The immeasurable joys of coworkers.
02.06.18
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Sorry to all those who tried to visit here recently and were greeted by a white page; it's the primary reason for this new design (courtesy dgdesigns, who has some other beautiful ones as well), a reason for which I still do not know. In relation to that, some will notice that a number of links and archives are resulting in evil white page; again, I'm still working on it, so hopefully it'll all be fine by Thursday.
Good news all, work went much finer on Sunday than on Friday, mostly due to the fact that I knew what I was doing at least somewhat this time, plus it was Sunday afternoon; who orders pizza on a Sunday afternoon? So it wasn't nearly as hellish, which is unfortunate, in a way, I needed something justify the oral ulcers I've induced myself...still work promises to be...strange. First off is manager; nice guy, hired me and all, but is more than a bit too touchy-feely. I think. For I'm not terribly touchy-feely in general, with everyone, save Matt, so pretty much anything of that nature feels slightly unnatural. Still, I'm pretty sure this is just excessive and weird...it doesn't help that my usual other female coworker is approximately 65. Oy. Plus my manager enjoys to verbally tease me; for one who has no sense of humour, this is quite strange as well. But I suppose I should correct myself: it's not that I have no sense of humour, it's just I'm the only one who has mine and I don't usually understand other folks', which can lead to some uncomfortable situations. Still, it's not such an issue. Which leads us to Weird Job Stuff #2: One of my coworkers, Sarah. She's completely nice and has helped me a lot, but I don't exactly know what to make of her. For one thing, when I first saw her prior to speaking to her I estimated her age around 20 or so, at least a few years my senior. Wrong: turns out she's a year younger than me and also attends my former high school. I was obviously unaware of this at first, until she informed me that she liked my yearbook picture. I was slightly confused until she said we attended the same high school (which is rather strange, as I was there approximately six times my senior year and stuck around long enough to drop by my homeroom, the counseling office, and bail). Normal enough, right? Well, later, Bak-chan and her father entered to pick up a pizza they had ordered. I greeted them, but went on with work. Sarah asked me if that was Bak and I confirmed it, and she handled their pickup, which I thought nothing of; heck, I was just learning to use the phones, much less know how to work the till. However, afterwards she apologized, because she thought I'd want to help them...which implicates she knows Bak and I are friends. Which is no secret, especially since she later told me she went to junior high with us, but I don't think I was ever in a position of being terribly well-known, other than when I first moved here (new-girl syndrome, you know)...but I think what was strangest was when she asked me about my trips to Japan. Which could be common knowledge at my high school, as I was featured in the Exchange Students section my junior year, dakedo...so basically, we're in a situation where someone somehow knows a bit about me and I have no clue who this person is. I mean she's perfectly nice and all and I have no dislike of her, but it just puzzles me; I generally do my best to remain relatively anonymous, but perhaps I don't succeed as often as I'd like to.
However, work is also having it's own problems; basically, I'm not getting less hours than part-time. I was hoping for about 30 hours a week, right now I'm getting less than 10. If this doesn't change soon, I'm going to have to look for a second job. YARG. It never ends.
But anyway, need to sleep, I posted the most recent entry to fall victim to the white screen this evening as well, so just hit the "chronos" link on the bottom if you're curious; much Final Fantasy X rambling abounds. More on Thursday (as tomorrow I go to visit Matt and probably shall be too tired to write).
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