Fall back men! Arm the War Platypie!

I am at a loss.


I have been employed by CVS for just barely a month and am in the middle of my forth week of work. Twice my boss has gone on a childish tirade, stating that, "work isn't being done" and that, "I will fire all of you blah blah I'm probably in menopause". Today she kicked us out of the store. Kicked us out. My lord, if I'd known this would happen, I'd have stayed at Target. Well. Maybe. I'm considering giving them a call, because I honestly don't know if I have a job right now. This isn't worth ten fifty an hour. I'm sorry, but when I work for eight hours with one twenty minute break, in the middle of the night, and the woman in charge can only rage on me for some underlying and yet-to-be-revealed reason, I begin to seriously question the worth of my situation. Nevermind that things seem to have flared up with the youth ministry team, again, though that situation is much less volatile and much more solvable. Sort of.

Oh, and my CDs. That's an atrocious boil if ever one has existed on the moral complexion. I spent a good two or so hours in the stock room last night, and knew ahead of time that I'd be doing it, so I brought a couple CDs upstairs with me to pass the time(theres a store provided CD player on one of the shelves.) I was told on my first day of work that using said CD player was acceptable. I have done so. I've forgotten CDs before and then gone back for them the next day, each time without incident. I forgot some last night and came back for them today. They were gone. June, the Cosmetics manager, informed me that my boss had put them in the office. I suppose she intended to confiscate them. The fit of rage, however, which I assume she was in at the time, hampered her innate female ability to hide things, and I quickly discovered them. I unconfiscated them. Let it be known that they are safely nestled in my front passenger seat, and shall remain until I choose otherwise. I'm looking forward to hearing about that one.

In the mean time, Blacksite comes out in a few days. Timeshift is out now, though I've yet to play it. I gave the demo a try a few weeks ago and was killed within the first ten minutes. I only tried once. Perhaps a second go-round is in order. Perhaps not.

I've actually done more reading lately than anything else. My intellectual side has been tickled silly by Luis Wu and Chmee/Speaker To Animals in The Ringworld Engineers. The book is a sandwich. Layer after layer of joyous sci-fi goodness, seasoned by the condiments of punctuation and wordplay, and sandwiched between two slices of intelligence-bread. Mm.

I suppose I should try at sleep. The other Supervisors and myself are making a call to the District tommorow, in hopes that he can sort this out. My ideal scenario? Joan is put on leave/fired, and Carol is given charge of the store ad infinitum. She's definitely qualified, and she's real cool besides. If something like that doesn't happen, or I get written up one more time, I may be in line at the unemployment office.