First off let me start by saying that Fam is incredibly fucking dense. She came in half-asleep and just started being all pissy and annoying....and if she can't tell that I'm upset right now, she's blind. And she's not blind, so that leaves her being STUPID.

We had inventory tonight, and I am so close to quitting now that it isn't even funny. I went in on time and was promptly accosted by AK, who has a sinus infection and was all sniffly and drugged up on Flonase. First words out of her mouth? "What did you do to the wall?"

Alright. A little side note here. AK is a total SPAZZ about the wall. Normally it's cool, but every time I have to do it intead of her she rags on me for my alphabetization. First of all, it is ABSOLUTLEY IMPOSSIBLE to get the wall into perfect alpha. I do not get paid enough to do it. There are not enough hours in my day or possibly cells in my brain. It's just not gonna happen. It's also against BBV policy. They want the wall to look good. All the big blocks of titles go in order...all the small titles fill in the gaps. She yells at me for putting one row of A Mighty Wind before one full bay of Matchstick Men, which is right. I spend thirty minutes trying NOT to yell at her for putting major titles in the bottom three rows their first week out. Major titles ALWAYS debut in the top three rows.

Plus, I spent Monday fixing all HER problems, according to MOD-sama. The wall is a matter of taste, and she is NOT the queen of it.

I hate that. I've been here longer than her. I am the same level as her. But every since she has worked there she has tried to tell me what to do. It pisses me off, but I like her, so I try to suck it up or tell her as politely as possible to lay off of me and do her own job.

Well, then Sasquatch (affectionately named that b/c he's big and slightly smelly) offers me some sausage pizza, and I accept it and start picking off the sausage. Well, them AK and War Boy are all on me for being a vegitarian. I try for the sixtieth time to explain that I am NOT, I just decided one day not to eat beef or pork. (This has been a major issue for a while now. I used to tell people I was a red meat vegitarian and they'd yell at me cuz I don't eat veggies. So once I realized it would be easier not to call myself that, I stopped, and now everyone just thinks I'm freaking insane, and the vegitarians hate me for not having a "real reason." I have a reason: FUCK YOU. There.)

Then War Boy looks at my wrist braces and goes "What's up with those? What are you, Professional Inventory Girl?" And he has the nerve to laugh when I get upset. My wrists fucking HURT, you guys. No, hairstylist, they are NOT for fashion. No, War Boy, they are NOT to get me "in the groove." To the boy in math class, I am not going boxing. And to the customers/random lady at the hair salon, I do NOT want to discuss the location of my pain/ the relative merits of different kinds of braces with you. No, I don't care that you have it too.

Well, then the SM is late cuz she overslept, so we lose time waiting for her. AK wastes no time in drawing a fucking happy face on the back of my neck. I am now cursing my new haircut. She then proceeds to sing every Sifl and Olly song known to man and attempt to order me to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.

Well, finally the SM shows and gets us all going. I'm drinking the apology soda she bought us and trying to improve my mood when she tells everyone to unwind the scanner cords. She then turn to me and goes "And we unroll them all the way, don't we?" This was a direct jab to the LAST inventory we did where she told me to unwind all the cords and I did it wrong and she yelled and made me sad. So this upset me even more, cuz I was all miffed and sensitive at this point, anyway.

Again I try to suck it up. I hop on a counter and wait for the computers to get set up. The SM asks what section of the store I want to scan, and Mini-MOD pipes up and says "Anything as long as you can do it from the counter, right Lauren? Want me to get you a Riverfront Times to read? A new batch just came in on Wed." And THIS was a flashback to MOD-sama making fun of me for reading the RFT on Tuesday nights when we haven't had a customer in store for hours. Oh, he can watch TV...but I can't fucking read a newspaper.

I had already told Mini-MOD that I didn't find that whole situation funny AT ALL, and at this point I was so angry at AK for being annoying as all hell and at him for smirking like Satan's little bitch that I fled to the girl's bathroom and tried very hard not to cry. I did anyway.

Well, I make it to where my eyes look bloodshot but not moist and camp out in the back of the store away from the rest of the employees. It was the section I was supposed to scan, anyway, so I figured I might as well start out there,

Anyway, thirty minutes later we finally get the computers working, and inventory starts....then the computers freeze again, and inventory stops. So then it was all heavy lifting and wrist aching as we cleaned up and went home from an utterly horrible, failed night.

I hate them. And I have to work with the Mini-MOD on Sunday. I hope he either realizes he made me cry by then, cuz I think he suspects, or I get over it. Maybe both. But then again, if he knew for sure, he'd just make fun of me.