Archive for April, 2007

No, there won’t be any April Fool’s Day jokes here. My baby mamma is tired of them.

Thursday was probably the craziest day I’ve ever had at work. I’m not sure how many of you have b een into a Best Buy recently, but, if you have, take notice of the back wall in most home theater areas. There’s a lot of TV’s and they don’t get there themselves. Well, this past Thursday, a co-worker and I spent 13 wonderful hours taking everything off of that wall and putting up new sets while repositioning older ones that are remaining on display. Yes, 13 hours. We didn’t even get to take a lunch until after the 12th hour. Not for nothing, not only was it tiring, but those damn TV’s start to get really heavy after a while. I officially hate Philips for making the heaviest TV of the lot. Thanks, you bastards. I also appreciate how the best place to grab on to the set has sharp angled plastic that cuts into your hands. Beautiful.

So, yeah, it was a lot of work and sweat. What really bugs me, though, is how unappreciative management was. First of all, we got in trouble because we should have “better managed our time”. Apparently, we took too long, in their eyes. Of course, they skipped over the fact that half of the stores in our district had the project team (8 – 10 guys per store) come in and do the wall over night (store is closed). Two of us did the wall, and did it very nicely, in the same amount of time and yet that wasn’t good enough. To make it even better, we were supposed to take two lunches, and had planned on doing so, but management rushed us out of the store without letting us take the second one. Today, we get in and have a “Time Edit” sheet to sign. They decided to edit our punches and say that we punched out for lunch mid day (so as to avoid any legal issues). That’s all nice and all, but considering I worked during that time, I want the money. So, today, while on the clock, I took a 45 minute break and made up for it. I simply wasn’t going to let them fuck me like that.

Ok, so my brain is all scattered and I have no idea if any of that made any kind of sense. I’m sure it sounds like a fourteen year old wrote it. Damn. Either way, I have light at the end of a short tunnel. Namely, the Yankees begin their season tomorrow. I get out of work 15 minutes after the game starts, so I won’t miss too much of it. On top of that, Maria and I might get together and watch the game together (we haven’t seen each other in a long long time. Yes, I know it’s pathetic). Hell, if we don’t, it’ll be something I can use the next time we fight.

The topic of Maria brings up a lot of other thoughts. A lot of guys that I know, who are my age, are starting to get engaged and here I am without a girlfriend. While I won’t get into details, I do like Maria, still, and I think I like someone else. However, looking at it logically, things would work much better with Maria and that’s why I want something to happen. The thing is, she consistently sends mixed signals. One week we don’t talk, the next she’s asking me if I want to get an apartment with her (true story). How the hell should I read all of it? I’m tired of playing the fool, yet with all of my pickiness and the like, she’s the one I know I could have a relationship with. I wish she would just come out and tell me what she feels. I can never get it out of her. Damn girls.