fuck this job.com

Loving it, if it's not a feeling of total exhaustion-that leaves me feeling like I can sleep for a week- it's a feeling of extreme tightness throughout my body-that keeps me shaking and twitching like some bug in it's death throes. GREAT day yesterday-gathering garbage from the aisles, lifting closet organizers and fighting to get them into proper locations, along with boxes of tile. Several trips to the returns desk-pushing carts-replacing price signs.. Stayed away long enough while Specialist one and two did their thing- I'm going to refer to Specialists one and two in further blogs as Thing One and Thing Two. Now while Thing One has a rep of stealing contracts and not doing any heavy work at all-she really doesn't mess with me much. I should be glad that she is totally self absorbed. I do know though both Things are well aware of what they are doing and as long as it's going good for em so be it- fuck everyone else. It's Thing 2's behaviour that's annoying me- Why does he feel that he needs to tell me a joke everyday? It really makes me feel as if it's some sort of weird "Let's make baby laugh' type of thing. He always makes sure that when he tells his jokes there's at least one other person there so you know- if the other laughs-kinda feels like oh well, I can't be a total bitch- it was funny so I should laugh too. But just because I laugh doesn't mean I'm over the situation and it's all peachy-keen. When Thing 1 leaves for the day and 'noballs' doesn't show up-I'm left with Thing 2. Sometimes dealing with a customer is inevitable-if Thing 2 is on the phone-I have no choice but to approach a customer who's been waiting 20 or so minutes for some service. I decided yesterday though if I'm going to get fucked here-I'm going to do my best to UNDERSELL product. Let someone take the cheapest shit and then ask for a install on it. I'm not going to make these pricks rich if I can help it. I'm not fueling Thing 2's nights out at the theatre and Thing 1's weekends in Tahoe when I have to still stand in the middle of WalMart sometimes and question whether or not I have 10.00 to buy a crap shirt made in China! OK, I'm getting off track.. couple comes in and they want laminate. Thing 2 is on the phone and is not paying any attention-I'm being looked at like I can do it. (Damn the red vest!!) I approach and we talk. Guy's doing it himself so I have a chance now for a Special Order. Blah blah- feeling it out like it's not going to fly.. young couple- kids, house- not alot of cash. Knew this when comment came up about Bush's refund come Spring. So now I'm going to push something half way decent but cheap. Thing 2 gets off the phone and decides he's going to undermine. The way he does it is he stands next to the customer like I'm not there and asks if there are any questions. I shoot a look and tell him. "No, it's OK- I got this." Thing 2 sez: "OK" but he hangs around. He's waiting for me to be called up front for registers or something so he can take it. He also works on the MAN principal. Talk to the husband because the wife and myself really know shit about anything and give him half a chance and he'll prove it. Both Thing 2 and I are called away to cut carpet. Come back and the couple is still there. While getting them a price on the laminate I had in mind he stepped in and took over.I can't argue in front of the couple nor can I say anything- I have to walk. Now later on, Thing 2 is checking his e-mail and wants to show me something on commissions. I can't figure this out for love nor money. In regard to the comment on my last post of got to get out.. yeah- thanks for the obvious, mate- but I still have to eat- even if it's just beans on toast!