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i think i am being punished for something, what? i don't know.
i get to work this morning and before i can even get my loverly orange apron out of my locker i am being informed i have been transfered out of the garden department.
and just yesterday i was thinking to by self just how much i was pleased with my current employment situation. i bet that is what did it.
so i am now working in hardware. which is all fine in theory, i mean who wouldn't want to work around tools and nails all day. i mean i get to sell six hundred dollar table saws.
the down side is i am stuck in a department that is in the middle of the store so there is no longer the ability to ignore customers and spend all day driving a fork lift, which makes this mark a sad mark(you should see my face, it is a sad face, a really sad face). also i don't get to make the claim that i sell propaine and propaine accessories because bar-b-q's are no longer my department. which really sucks because i had just become the bar-b-q guy.
i mean sure i am getting moved up to a full time work schedule of forty hours a week and probly benifits and i don't now have to find a second job. but i don't want to help customers damn it! i just want to play on the forklifts and make retarded announcements over the intercom and teach a how to class on retaining walls to a class of no one because no one ever comes to the retaining wall class, but it is still a good way to get paid to kill an hour on a saturday afternoon when i should be helping a customer.
"Burmmer!"
"...Why did you say burmmer?"
"Because I panicked."
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