kukla_tko | May. 12th, 2005

It started so well.

Last night I made some money working for a friend. Which is good, since I have no money (Overdrawn again) until next tuesday.

This morning I went in to work and finished the second part of "Project UberCool: The Star Quilt." I made a quilt. It's my first real "Quilt" and it glows in the freaking dark.

Behold my glory.

I made a quilted pillow sham to go with it. It also glows in the freakin' dark. Boom!
Everyone squealed about it and we sold out of that particular embroidery card. (Duh.)

I'm getting things done, feeling good.

Then.

A customer who has been in there multiple times and has purchased a (used) machine asks about some of her accessories.
She's missing several necessary components for her machine. Like, the feet. And the shank adapter.

Uh-oh.
My boss (who sold her the machine) isn't there.

I explain (after talking to another coworker) that we could get her the pieces she needs to get sewing right away.

But she goes for her class, saying she'll deal with it later. I assumed that the teacher of the class (The above mentioned co-worker) will help her with the parts she needs.

Mind you, I went in at 9am.

I get to go to lunch at 3pm.

And halfway through it, another coworker interrupts my lunch because "Some lady is here to see you."
"What does she want?"
"I donno."

It's this customer. Any one of the THREE people who were working in my department (and were on the clock) could have helped her. One of the coworkers was the one who offered to take responsibility for giving the woman her parts.

And they made me cut my lunch short to help her?

Now.
For those of you who know me well, you know that while my patience seems limitless, there are things that drive me right over the wall.

You guessed it. This woman is chomping down on her gum this whole time.
So, I'm dragged out of my lunch to help a woman who contiuously stands in my personal space smacking on her gum, demanding lots of attention and requiring that I run damage control for a lemon of a machine that my BOSS sold her. For another hundred dollars she could have had a new version of this machine. What the hell was my boss thinking, charging her all that money for a machine with missing components?

AAAAArRRRRRHHHHHH!

To make things worse, another coworker provokes me into saying something rude (about a coworker) on the floor when the customer in question is standing in earshot... and what I said could have been taken as a slight against the customer.

AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!

And I fucking lost it on the floor.
Broke right down and started crying. Hid in the corner until I had it enough under control that I could exit the floor and weep silently in the bathroom.

Managed to get my shit together (shakily) and finish my project on the computer.

And took off like a fucking shot.

Had. IT.

I'm not quitting, but I am sure as HELL calling my boss tomorrow and giving her an earful. There is a coworker who I am not eager to work with at all, and she's the one making my day suck the most today.

HAD. IT.

This coworker is bitchy and nasty, to customers and to her coworkers. She's got an elitist attitude and speaks like someone who can't read. Recently, it was all I could do to keep from starting an argument with her; she was cheerfully talking about smacking her kids (and grandkids) around and basically stating that someone who doesn't hit their kids "Ain't raisin' um right!"

Yeah, lady. The back of my hand wants to say hello.
And the break room is FULL of Forks.

I guess I simply spent all my energy early this week.

For all that I am angry that I don't work tomorrow (love that cut in my hours) I could use the break.

....

But I think I'll go hang out in my underwear instead.