purplemonster was acting weird, but only on one of his partitions, the one with xp pro.
soooo, I go to re-install it, and discover the best thing in the world (which 98 shoulda had): repair!!
and I don’t even have a brand-name computer (does kitty, ink count??), and -definetly- no recovery disks.
it’s lucky I am that I’ve got two OSes on here, eh? can’t install XP from DOS (friggen pos) so I hadta install it from 98.
ah vhell. 
at least he’s workin again, and I backed up my documents and settings folder, so all I hadta do was reboot in 98 once
xp was installed, and reinstate my old stuff.
hehehehehe.
he.
spent the last part of today (first part was being lazy in the vicinity of tj) with tj, helpin him fix games (I’m really good at it, ever since I bought some GBA games.
today, I helped him fix games by playing FF Tactics.) also got some B vitamins in the hopes that they’ll aid me in my not-wanting-to-be-cranky-anymore-ness.
and stuff.
uuuuhm.
also got acidophilus. jus cause.
good for stomach flu, and people’re sick. dun wanna get sick.
yea!
I’m insanely tired.
I’m hoping I’ll get, like, five hours of sleep tonight.
that’d be nice.
only cure I know for insomnia is bonking yourself over the head, and cumming a -lot-.
since bonking hurts, I’ve been forced to do the latter, and damn but that makes you sleepier the next morning than ya woulda been if you hadn’t, but then you wouldn’ta been able to sleep, so blah. whatever.
I’ve become rabidly addicted to Nora Roberts. People at work call me Nora cause they see me with her books all the time. I sometimes take a split second of time to roll my eyes at them, but in most cases not, cause she’s a -damn- good writer.
one of my favorite Supervisors is quitting cause our department manager is being an anal bitch. donno what crawled up his ass. he’s been a fucktard to all of us the past week. you’d think he’d be nicer since we help him get his fucking paycheck, but whatever. I’m seriously pissed cause he doesn’t even give a damn about the supervisor, and I happen to think the aforementioned supervisor is one of the best we have. he used to be the manager of the blockbuster over in fremont, then he quit, but when he was planning on quitting his bosses all had the courtesy to take him aside and ask what was wrong, why he felt the need to leave. so far he hasn’t experienced that here at our beloved fry’s. a lot of why he’s leaving.
when our current dept. manager took over, I had a lot of doubts, but they faded kinda. then he started treating us like he was playing a fricken game, where he was the fleet commander and we were all his npcs to do with as he pleased. “go here” and “go there” and “do this” and when we don’t do it, he gets mean and berates us for not answering his every beck and call.
I’m not talking “go clean the shelves” or “your aisle’s messy, clean it up”
I’m talking “get five fry’s cards today” (things that are dependent not only on the customer’s wish to have -another- credit card, and a stupid one at that, but on your ability to lie, the customer’s gullibility, and, don’t let me forget, the number of invisible customers as compared to the visible ones.)
I understand he’s gettin it up the ass if we don’t get any cards, but he sure as hell doesn’t know how to ask us to get ‘em.
our old boss (the one who went to sunnyvale) was superb at it. donno how he did it, but we’d all get ‘em, and we always met our quota. and we didn’t fucking hate his guts.
at least I didn’t, but I’ve heard he treated girls better than he treated guys. whatever.
I feel mistreated/underappreciated at work, and I spose that’s how the supervisor feels. our paychecks have also been rather lacking recently, and we’ve all been putting in six-day weeks. getting paid less than we woulda been paid had we worked five. whatever.
fucking sucks.
commission is the stupidest thing on earth.
at Best Buy, they start you out at ten bucks an hour, but only 12-20 hours a week (until they like you, or something).
I kinda wanna go there, but you can only wear tan pants, and on a bike, those get really dirty.
I like fry’s, I really do, but I am slowly hating the manager. I love the supervisors, they’re the best people to work with, and I love my co-workers.
gaaah.
I’m reaaally stressed out, and I’ve snapped at TJ a couple times, makin me feel like a huuuge pile of dog-doodoo.
started crying at work the other day when my manager said, “stay til four thirty” without -any- question. didn’t ask. told me. fucking TOLD me.
how fucking underappreciated is that?
I mean, it’s nice he needs me and all, but he’s got no courtesy to -ask-??
so I walked off crying, and the store manager saw me and asked what was up, so I told him.
my boss came by a while later and said I could leave at four, but I didn’t wanna be a crybaby so I left at four thirty anyway.
whatever.
so, I’m hoping the vitamin B helps.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
wow, pushing a button for an extended period of time certainly helps my mood some.
=)
