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It's 7 AM. I have no idea why I have chosen to write now. I have to get ready for work in a 1/2 hour, so I do not have much time to write. I just feel like venting my petty problems. I forgot to yesterday.
My last entry may have been a little over dramatic. I was basically writing to Alan, in some sense. No idea why I covered the topics I did. Well, possibly I do, but I do not think it was the best idea. Or I did not like the way I phrased everything, or whatever. There's something about it that I do not like. Oh well.
I worked 9 hours yesterday. Since it was a holiday, the idiots were out, and I was on express. Every time I would have to deal with a disgruntled customer, my line would get backed up. Eventually I would send them to the office. They would of course be told the same thing by the managers, and then would refuse to make eye contact with me on their way out of the store. Haha, fucker.
I was completely exhausted by the time 6 o'clock came around. 9 straight hours of constantly being busy can do that. I kept begging the managers on call to let to go home. Another girl, Tamera, was working the same schedule as me, and she was allowed to go home around 1 PM. I later found out that the managers had taken a vote, and they only kept me because I was fast on register. Fuck me. That doesn't exactly inspire me to work hard, does it?
There's this guy that comes to my work... He older than me, possibly close to 30. Every since I have been working there, I have talked to him. He's a real nice guy and everything. I can always joke around with him, which is good every once in a while in that kind of environment. He even drove me home from work once when I was left waiting in the rain (his sister was with him, along with her baby.) Recently he has become... Too friendly. Joan says he's been bluntly checking me out while I'm working, while he's waiting in line. That makes me a little uncomftrouble. A little. But I just like attention in general. It's flattering.
Now, whenever he sees me, he says "Hey beautiful." Or when I say I'm "sorry for the wait," he'll say something along the lines of "It's ok. I got to look at you longer." Those are things that cross over a line... He's hitting on me. I am not even sure if he is aware of the fact that I am 17. He has recently become a trucker, and travels a lot. Before he left, I jokingly told him to buy me something, like a token. Last month when I say him, he made the comment that he had bought something, but he couldn't bring it with him this time. That it was somewhere off in some other state. Weird. Then yesterday, he came in saying he had it. He asked when I got off work, and I automatically responded 6. He said that he thought he would be able to make it back there around 6.
That was another reason why I wanted to go home early. It would be uncomftrouble to receive something form him. Especially how he's been acting.
I have to work today. Another fucking Sunday. I don't understand why it is to hard for Amiee to give me that one day. I've been there 8 months, I work so fucking hard there, and I don't get paid that much to do it. My doctor was the one who recommended that I request Sunday off. It was either that or quit. That's what he told me. I left a note in the request book with something along the lines of "Do I have to get a doctor's note just to have Sunday's off? I need them off. I may have to leave here if not." I mean, it's ridiculous. It's not that hard.
When I got home yesterday, I was tired. I wanted to sleep. But Alan had said that he would be online when I got home... Or he had given me that impression when I had talked to him on the phone yesterday. I waited until around 10, and he was a now show. He didn't sign on all last night, either. It makes me worry. Yesterday he was "slightly agitated" with my request for him not smoke pot. (I cannot spell the other term for the life of me.) He said yesterday would be his last time. And it makes me worried. What if he only grew angry at me since then? It makes me wonder what he is out doing... It makes me wonder if he will tell me the truth when I do ask. It makes me worried that he could have possibly just had a computer problem, and that I'm making a lot of something out of nothing.
I just worry. That was a problem I had before. I just worry so much.