The Gates to Hell

The gates to hell were WIDE open when I walked through the commissary doors on Wednesday. I knew I was walking into hell when my work leader (we will call her the idiot b/c that is what she is) said that I need to put my water in the frig in the breakroom. Now the breakroom is on the other side of the store. This is not a big deal if you are 'on a break'. But when I work, I work. I'm not a huge slacker, although I do slack at times when I feel it is necessary, but I have a tendency to sweat when I work. Now you may not be able to see it cause I'm in and out of a cooler all day but my back is wet and I feel gross and I would like some water. I'm being denied water at work. This is only scratching the surface of the things going on at work.

While I was gone the nicest boss you could ever have left. She was putting in for other assignments and her orders were still being pulling from the printer as she was getting on the plane she left so fast. She ended up going to Guam, lucky her, it is warm there. Anyways, Satan's wife got her job, SW for short. This is a woman who would stab you in the back but she would do it the nicest of ways. She will lie to you face but with a smile saying you are a stupid shit in her head. And she is the most condensing person I have ever met. Oh yeah and she talks like a 10 year old to you or she is talking to you like you are 10, it just depends on the day. So the idiot hates SW b/c SW makes her do the dumbest of things. So when the idiot doesn't want to do them, she turns to me and tells me to do them and well since she out ranks me, I'm stuck holding the bag. Its very frustrating and I have only been back to work 3 days. I hate my job!!

My first day back SW comes up to me with her shitty smile that I just want to ripe off her face with a really sticky piece of duct tape so it hurts REALLY bad and says that I should be happy. I told her that I'm as happy as I'm going to be. She said that that isn't good enough and I should be happy that I'm back to work. I looked at her with the straightest face and told her that for the first time in my life (for the most part) I had a normal schedule. I was able to get up at the same time every day, go to the same place and play things that I enjoy doing. I was also able to leave that job, come home at roughly the same time every day and make dinner for my husband and walk my puppies. I had weekends and holidays off so I was able to make plans way in advance. I have killed myself for a year and a half doing school and a totally crazy backwards ass schedule for the commissary and I stand before you a woman who is half dead from school work, broke from not working (student teaching doesn't pay), but highly educated with a masters degree and I'm putting bananas out on the shelves. How happy do you want me to be? She looked at me and said, well you signed up for this. I told her that I know that and I'm still a little shocked that I'm still here in this fucking store after all I have done and gone through. This job is very degrading for me. Now don't get me wrong, I know that every job is noble. There has to be someone the cleans the shit from the toilets, cleans up after us in the movie theaters, and stocks the shelves at the grocery stores in which I shop at, but those jobs just aren't for me. I'm tired of a monkey's job. So SW forgive me if I'm not the happiest person in the world for a couple of days while I get use to being back in hell. I was quite enjoying heaven while I was there. God is much nicer than you but you will never know that...