Today's Song: "More to Life (There's Got to Be)", Stacie Orrico
Today's Mood: Exhausted
Today's Random Ginny Thing: (picked up somewhere along the way) My karma ran over your dogma; that was zen, this is tao.

I've only heard that song
once or twice, but I love the way it sounds. In my Debbie moments at work (when I random just start singing, and, by plushie fuzz, it's been happening more and more, ack!), this one keeps popping up. Or "Free". Or whatever's on the satellite radio.

Speaking of Debbie,
out of all the managers we have right now, she's ranking the least detested. Morale's been pretty miserable at the store lately, and Brad's revelling in the fact that he's escaping forever on Sunday. *miserable growl* Heather is also fleeing to the new store in early June. There's also many many servers who are talking about going to the new store, but Brian (Boss's Boss's Boss) has told Shannon that he cannot allow the current store to suffer by losing all its workers to the new one. (Even so, Heather keeps teasing that she's going to kidnap me and take me to the new store.)

See, Shannon was a good GM because he figured out (and indirectly told me) that I've got a knack for being able to judge a person's ability to work after seeing them only a few times. My opinion mattered. And now I got this evil giant teddy bear of a guy with a Bill Murray face talking down to all the core and prominent people; I feel like I've regressed all the way back to my rookie days. That is just wrong. Jenna talked to me yesterday and said that she knows she's a good server (one of the best, really), and yet she's afraid for her job. I feel the same way: I've been there four freaking years, and if I was doing something wrong, I'd be fired way before now. And yet I'm scared for my job, too. Well, scared is the wrong word. More like furious at the thought that people who don't understand how we work have the power to control our moneyflow.

I really don't think the transition was this bad when it was switched from James to Shannon. It's just that, seeing so many people wanting to jump ship... And I know people are attached to Shannon and Greg (I dunno about the attached range for me, but I know they get the stuff I expect out of them done).

Ooo...that's what it is. I don't feel like the new managers are respecting any of us. So, in return, it's hard to respect them back.

(Bare with my rantage. I'm working through this whole crappy event.)

I talked to Debbie last night, and casually mentioned that I'd love to go work at an art supply store. "Well, how are you going to do that?" she half-laughed. "You already work 1o shifts here."

Ugh.

She knows I'm an artist. I went on to tell her as much, and that I can't get much art done in charcoal and pastels (my favorite medium at the moment, since PhotoShop hates me so) because coming to work with multicolored dust under my nails is bad for health inspection. I don't remember if she agreed with me in the end, but I'm pretty sure she's understanding that I don't want to be at the store much longer (I already told Greg, Shannon, and George that I'd be gone by Sept., and I'm sticking by that.)

I like helping customers, but I'm sick of food service.
I need a change.
I need a steady income, not a risky one.

On the good side, Mom's also starting to let me make my own decisions. She still recommends that I go to Home Depot, but she put up (surprisingly) little fuss when I said I wanted to work at an art store. And she's accepting my talk about apartments graciously. YAY! (I got my first set of apartment info yesterday. Wow...it's finally happening. ^^)

ACK! I need to get to ...oh. It's only work. I remember when it used to be fun...

*monotone* Ack. I. need. to. get. to. work.

Behave! ^^