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*laughs at Paladin* I mean.... sweatdrop *kindly helps Paladin up*

*walks in and sets a doll on a chair*
*drags chair over to the couch*
*lays down on couch*
Well, Dr Polyfilhead, today wasn't exactly a good day for me. It started off just like any other day at work but changed two hours in.

I was working on the celebrations modular, ya know, the aisle with the wedding and baby shower stuff, and the department manager told me that there was a phone call for me. I never, I mean never get phone calls was surprised but calmed down when I found out that it was Charles, the assistant manager over my area of the store. School is starting soon and I told charles that I needed to change my hours, so I thought that he was calling me to talk about that. I grabbed my new availability sheet and went back to the managers' office.

"Sit down Angela," charles said when I came in even though it clearly says Angie on my name tage and I've told him several times that my name isn;t Angela. I took a seat with my paper in hand, ready to turn it over. "I've gotten some complaints about you." What? Complaints? My throat tightened up as I looked up at him, suddenly noticing how low my chair was and how high he was sitting on the desk. "Customers have come up to me twice this week about you yelling at another associate." Yelling? Wait, twice this week? I only work thursday friday and saturday and I didn;t remember yelling or even saying anything sarcastic yesterday to anyone.

There is a new "girl" in our department and she knows hardly anything about fabrics and crafts. She is constantly asking me questions and doing things wrong, so what am I to do but answer and correct her? She does this at very inconvenite times like when I'm counting yardage or helping a customer. I'm a bit snippy with her because I have no patience for my fellow associates - another "girl" (she's like... 68?) has worn it away over the past 18 months I've worked with her - and I guess that some people can take snapping at someone as yelling, but I have never raised my voice to anyone. Well, brothers and sisters don;t count.

"I'm told that you've been yelling at Cheryl and putting her down in front of customers and I want it to stop. I've talked to Cheryl and she confermed what the customers said; she says that you have been yelling at her." I try to explain to Charles my situation, my reasoning, but I barely get a complete sentence out before he cuts me off. "It's not your job to teach - thats the department manager's job." Never mind that the department manager is newer that Cheryl and used to work in toys, knowing nothing at all about the department and asks more questions that cheryl does.

Charles berates me some more as I keep further comments silent for fear of my job. Once he's finished, I nod and timidly lift up my sheet. "Here's my new availability. School starts the 22nd, so I need to get some of the thursdays changed that are already on the schedule..." Charles looks over the paper and tells me to give it to personel. "Don;t you need to sign it?" He does and I pass off the sheet.

Luckily, it was my break time and sat in the back of the break room facing the wall and listen to my mp3 player. I start to cry and no matter how hard I try I can't stop, so I just take down my long hair to sheild my face from onlookers. I felt the need to talk to someone, but I didn't trust my mouth, afraid that if I opened it I might start sobbing in the back of wal-mart. I do the next best thing, I text my sister's cell. My sis wasn;t by ther phone though, so I didn;t feel much better when I went back on the sales floor.

I still had the mod to finish, so I was able to stay away from people for about half an hour more. By the time I was done, I felt a bit better, but my mind was running the rest of the day. Cheryl kept asking me question every two seconds like nothing had happened, like she hadn't complained about me to management. If I had been asked if a fellow worker was slacking off or yelling or whatever, I would have tried to deny it or play it down; I would try to help the other person so they wouldn;t get in so much trouble. I had to look at Cheryl's smiling face for the rest of my shift because, for some reason, we were both scheduled 10a-7p...

After work I watched a movie with my mom and ate half a chocolate fudged torte cake... without my mom. -_-

I'm a nice person, aren;t I? I've had lots of customers tell me how kind I was and thank me for going out of my way to help them, even when what they needed wasn;t in my department and I knew hardly anything about it. One customer even said that I was a "really nice person for someone who works at wal-mart" apparently he had nothing but bad experiences with wal-mart in the past. I've done good things that weren;t required of me. Why do only the bad things - and I have no idea what exactly the insidences where I was suposed to have yelled were - that I do get brought to attention when all of the good things go unnoticed? Why do I get repremanded instead of a little note on the "kudos board" in the back of the store? My mom says that I'm getting punished for caring too much and that it isn;t fair. My brother says that I should stop caring about wal-mart because no one else does.

what do you think dr polyfilhead?

Poor JA, I don't think you are to blame. *hugs*

*Flys through the air and rolls to her feet gracefully then stands up and trips over her own feet* xp

*Gives JA a big hug*

That sounds like a good idea, talking to her that is.

hello.... fellow guildies...
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*pushes Paladin out of the way and tackles seebs* whee

*Watches and wonders if she needs to get a first aid kit*