Serious Mozzarella
Special Victims Unit
I want you all to get to know me. I don't have enough friends on here.
So.
I'm from South Florida, and I smoke a lot. I'm bisexual, but my sexuality doesn't define me, or any part of my life, so it's generally a fact that sits in the back of my head until someone talks about it, or I bring it up when it's relevant to the discussion. It's a non-issue.
I sort-of recently broke up with my girlfriend of 8 years. I say "sort-of" because I broke up with her quite a few months ago, but relative to the 8 year part, it's still kind of recent. But I had enough time to move on from that, and now I'm in love with my best friend. Things are going well with that. It started out as us both being sexually frustrated, being like, "fuck it," and hooking up all the time. But hooking up moved really quickly. Firstly, she just wanted a "make-out" buddy. That went exactly as well as you would expect it to.
Now we can't stand not being around each other.
I had a job at a gas station, but the owner sold the place, brought in a new company. The new owner misrepresented himself, contractually, and fired the entire staff to bring in his own people. Now he's being sued for breach of contract. It doesn't concern me anymore, because I'm going to be out of that job regardless of how the lawsuit turns out.
I ended up getting a job at Pier 1 Imports, but the management there doesn't seem to know what they're doing. I applied there as a full-time sales associate, and they hired me as a seasonal (less-than-part-time) shipment and stocking associate. I'm holding on to the job until I can find another one, and then I'm going to no-show the shit out of them. Because fuck them. Their lack of communication, poor management, and poor training is leading me to believe that something fishy is going on.
The current staff already resents us, because the management decided to hire 15 seasonal workers, for NO reason, cutting all their hours in half. They could have done well with 3-4 seasonal hires.
Poor training? Let me tell you what happened there. They call me in to fill out some paperwork. They told me to dress casually, because I wouldn't be going into work. Fine. I get there in some nice-ish jeans, a nice shirt, and some casual sneakers. I look alright, but I don't look good enough to work. At this point, this was my second-time-ever in the building, so I figured that day would be the day I was shown around the store, and be processed into the system. Well, I got there, and they started off by processing me into the system. Good.
"Hey, wanna start today?"
"Uh, I'm not really dressed to..."
"That's alright, you'll be working in the back with Rodney."
"Alright, sure."
So I meed Rodney, a soft-spoken black guy who apparently has 15 years experience with Pier 1.
"Alright, cool, do those boxes over there."
"...Do what to the boxes?"
"Well, we have the Christmas truck coming in soon, and we need to clear this wall."
"I don't... what? I just started this job 10 minutes ago."
"Alright, get all the boxes off the shelf, put them in the cart by section of the store, and assemble the candle holders."
"I don't know the sections of the store."
"That's alright, just put them on the cart then."
So I spent the next three hours taking a bunch of miscellaneous shit out of boxes and putting the mixture of them onto a bunch of carts, creating more work for this guy for when he gets back.
Then, before I leave, I stopped the manager and asked him when I should be expected to work again. His response? "We'll call you."
Well, it's been about a week. No call from Javier, of Pier 1.
Now I'm just waiting for my best friend to come over so we can get fucking blasted on this shiny, glittery, purple and orange weed we got.
Also, Goku deserves to win over Hulk.
So.
I'm from South Florida, and I smoke a lot. I'm bisexual, but my sexuality doesn't define me, or any part of my life, so it's generally a fact that sits in the back of my head until someone talks about it, or I bring it up when it's relevant to the discussion. It's a non-issue.
I sort-of recently broke up with my girlfriend of 8 years. I say "sort-of" because I broke up with her quite a few months ago, but relative to the 8 year part, it's still kind of recent. But I had enough time to move on from that, and now I'm in love with my best friend. Things are going well with that. It started out as us both being sexually frustrated, being like, "fuck it," and hooking up all the time. But hooking up moved really quickly. Firstly, she just wanted a "make-out" buddy. That went exactly as well as you would expect it to.
Now we can't stand not being around each other.
I had a job at a gas station, but the owner sold the place, brought in a new company. The new owner misrepresented himself, contractually, and fired the entire staff to bring in his own people. Now he's being sued for breach of contract. It doesn't concern me anymore, because I'm going to be out of that job regardless of how the lawsuit turns out.
I ended up getting a job at Pier 1 Imports, but the management there doesn't seem to know what they're doing. I applied there as a full-time sales associate, and they hired me as a seasonal (less-than-part-time) shipment and stocking associate. I'm holding on to the job until I can find another one, and then I'm going to no-show the shit out of them. Because fuck them. Their lack of communication, poor management, and poor training is leading me to believe that something fishy is going on.
The current staff already resents us, because the management decided to hire 15 seasonal workers, for NO reason, cutting all their hours in half. They could have done well with 3-4 seasonal hires.
Poor training? Let me tell you what happened there. They call me in to fill out some paperwork. They told me to dress casually, because I wouldn't be going into work. Fine. I get there in some nice-ish jeans, a nice shirt, and some casual sneakers. I look alright, but I don't look good enough to work. At this point, this was my second-time-ever in the building, so I figured that day would be the day I was shown around the store, and be processed into the system. Well, I got there, and they started off by processing me into the system. Good.
"Hey, wanna start today?"
"Uh, I'm not really dressed to..."
"That's alright, you'll be working in the back with Rodney."
"Alright, sure."
So I meed Rodney, a soft-spoken black guy who apparently has 15 years experience with Pier 1.
"Alright, cool, do those boxes over there."
"...Do what to the boxes?"
"Well, we have the Christmas truck coming in soon, and we need to clear this wall."
"I don't... what? I just started this job 10 minutes ago."
"Alright, get all the boxes off the shelf, put them in the cart by section of the store, and assemble the candle holders."
"I don't know the sections of the store."
"That's alright, just put them on the cart then."
So I spent the next three hours taking a bunch of miscellaneous shit out of boxes and putting the mixture of them onto a bunch of carts, creating more work for this guy for when he gets back.
Then, before I leave, I stopped the manager and asked him when I should be expected to work again. His response? "We'll call you."
Well, it's been about a week. No call from Javier, of Pier 1.
Now I'm just waiting for my best friend to come over so we can get fucking blasted on this shiny, glittery, purple and orange weed we got.
Also, Goku deserves to win over Hulk.
