Tonight DID Suck!

Holy Fuck, I have a new found hatred for Sharon. To put it nicely, she's a fucking bitch. I hate her more than Krista, and I didn't think that was possible. Well, to get it where you guys can understand what a fucking cunt she was, I'll have to tell you everything I went through today. Here goes,

Well, it already sucks that I work 2-close, that's already 8+ hours right there. And to top it off, I was on lane 31. I HATE that lane because I'm the first one open on the green side and guests are too dumb to go to any other OPEN lane while I have 3+ people. And 8+ hours on that lane is cruel, and they know it. So, things are going good up until I ask Sharon if I can learn how to do Food Ave. She gives me this bullshit answer, "I'd prefer you to have a shift over there to learn." Ok, but then she yelled at me saying, "I needed to know it in order to be a breaker." Yeah, OK, but how the fuck am I going to learn it if you keep saying no? The thing is that it was SO dead at our store. All of the cashiers were 'standing out' waiting for guests. But no, I still couldn't. What the fuck ever.

Kayla was on lane 30, so we were talking and having a good time. Well, apparently we were "goofing off" so she moved Kayla to lane 25. I can honestly say we weren't doing anything wrong. Sharon told Kayla "we were having too much fun." WHAT THE FUCK? Isn't it a GOOD thing to have fun at work!? Target's fucking saying is FAST, FUN, & FRIENDLY! Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me, but I see the word fun in there. So then Sharon told me, "Quit being crabby. It's not like you ever cashier." Whoa, wrong thing to say bitch! I've never been so close to snapping IN MY LIFE. Not even on Krista! I said sarcastically, "Yeah, with my ONE Guest Service shift a week." And then I rolled my eyes. Excuse the fuck outta me, but who does she think she is to think she knows what I do on my shifts. Obviously she isn't aware that I pretty much cashier all the fucking time.

Then later, it's time for my break and it's already 10 minutes late. So I ask Sharon if I could just go on my break. She bitched me out that I was complaining about 10 minutes. Umm, excuse me? It's 10 minutes! She gave me this evil look then she told me I would have to wait for a breaker to give it to me. It was still dead. She told me we were getting busy. There are still cashiers standing out. OK, what the fuck ever. I told her that it was boring, and she told me to go stand out and zone my lane. Yeah, that'll keep me occupied for 3 seconds.

So then at the end of the night, she sends home this girl that was supposed to close, 20 minutes early. What the fuck!? I've been there the longest, even longer than Sharon, and wouldn't it make sense to let the person who's been there the longest go home first? Well, not with me, I'm a fucking nothing. I seriously think she fucking hates me.

So at the end of the night, she kept telling us we'd be out right at closing. Well, when the time comes she told us to zone the $ spot and miniseasonal. Then we were walking toward the door, and she told us to go zone cosmetics. Seriously, what the fuck!? So then after we walked through that we didn't see Sharon around so we ran to punch out.

The ONLY good part of the day is when I got lunch. I went to Jimmy John's. Holy Fuck, their subs are ORGASMIC! That is my new ritual, whenever I have a shitty ass day, I'm going to brighten it with some Jimmy John's.

I seriously think Sharon hates me. There is no other way to explain it. And great 5:15-9:30 tomorrow casheiring. I hope they ask me to stay until close so I can say, "Nope, just because of the way I was treated yesterday." And then I will laugh my ass off when they beg me to stay. Nope, sorry, I don't appreciate being treated like shit.

My legs are absolutely killing me. I almost want to saw them off, or get mass amounts of morphine.

Sorry for the depressing post, but that's the shit that I put up with.
Oh my fucking God though. I hate Sharon.