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just venting
May. 1st, 2004 07:10 pmwhy isn't my icon showing up? lj bastards. :P
alli and i saw the like last night at the troubadour. they were great. i really like them. i think they're all cute. everybody else and the sexy magazines opened for them. i liked everybody else. they were really good. i should have gotten their cd at the merch table but i didn't. signed up on their little mailing list instead. sexy magazines annoyed me.
i was so glad to go out there! i needed a night out with good music. this entire week sucked. i felt super stressed for no reason. well i guess i have reason, but looking at it from an outside view... i shouldn't be stressed. i worked almost 60 hours this week. i haven't done that since my wherehouse days. actually no... looking back, the most i did there was 45.
inventory sucks. we had these like independant auditor people come in to count all of our stuff. and i have them saying "no you can't ship that!" but then there's corporate going "no, you MUST ship that!" both sides kept trying to get me to listen to them and i wanted to just say "look, you two get together and decide who gets to fuck off." and trying to do variances for a thousand warehouses within 24 hours. it was insanity. i couldn't do help desk stuff or sales orders. the corporate people didn't understand that we couldn't do ANYTHING. ian and mike were downstairs counting, so it was just lisa and me emailing out crap. and not even really me. i was trying to keep help desk from escalating and having conniptions. i had rush sales orders that i had to call corporate and get approval for... and they're in the same fucking building! they don't realize there's only 9 people in our entire dept. 5 office folk and 4 warehouse guys. 9 people and about 10 thousand parts to count. it blew.
and that was just wednesday. thursday was a little better. ian and mike got to come back upstairs and help us email the rest of the stuff. i got stressed hardcore at one point that day and almost started crying. then i felt stupid for even feeling like that. i think it was just crabbiness from working 14 hours and not eating and smoking way too much.
plus to top it all off, ed is mad at me. he won't talk to me at all. fucking great.
BUT! i got to go to a show last night and i had a fucking good time. i like the like.
sidenote: they turned my old store into a blockbuster. i went in tonight to rent movies. it was very odd and surreal to be in there. i felt a little depressed actually. it was so different. it felt kind of invasive, like.. "who are you and what are you doing here?"
alright... off to watch kill bill.
alli and i saw the like last night at the troubadour. they were great. i really like them. i think they're all cute. everybody else and the sexy magazines opened for them. i liked everybody else. they were really good. i should have gotten their cd at the merch table but i didn't. signed up on their little mailing list instead. sexy magazines annoyed me.
i was so glad to go out there! i needed a night out with good music. this entire week sucked. i felt super stressed for no reason. well i guess i have reason, but looking at it from an outside view... i shouldn't be stressed. i worked almost 60 hours this week. i haven't done that since my wherehouse days. actually no... looking back, the most i did there was 45.
inventory sucks. we had these like independant auditor people come in to count all of our stuff. and i have them saying "no you can't ship that!" but then there's corporate going "no, you MUST ship that!" both sides kept trying to get me to listen to them and i wanted to just say "look, you two get together and decide who gets to fuck off." and trying to do variances for a thousand warehouses within 24 hours. it was insanity. i couldn't do help desk stuff or sales orders. the corporate people didn't understand that we couldn't do ANYTHING. ian and mike were downstairs counting, so it was just lisa and me emailing out crap. and not even really me. i was trying to keep help desk from escalating and having conniptions. i had rush sales orders that i had to call corporate and get approval for... and they're in the same fucking building! they don't realize there's only 9 people in our entire dept. 5 office folk and 4 warehouse guys. 9 people and about 10 thousand parts to count. it blew.
and that was just wednesday. thursday was a little better. ian and mike got to come back upstairs and help us email the rest of the stuff. i got stressed hardcore at one point that day and almost started crying. then i felt stupid for even feeling like that. i think it was just crabbiness from working 14 hours and not eating and smoking way too much.
plus to top it all off, ed is mad at me. he won't talk to me at all. fucking great.
BUT! i got to go to a show last night and i had a fucking good time. i like the like.
sidenote: they turned my old store into a blockbuster. i went in tonight to rent movies. it was very odd and surreal to be in there. i felt a little depressed actually. it was so different. it felt kind of invasive, like.. "who are you and what are you doing here?"
alright... off to watch kill bill.
