Because I told my boss 'fuck you'...Lately Massa Thom has been using me as the butt of each and every 
joke. He makes fun of my ability to drop things. I have had and continue to have trouble gripping things, from lack of circulation. So I drop shit, and I do it often. This seems to be a great sense of joy for Tom as it gives him something to make fun of . Then it's my hearing loss, that's a enormous boon for him..he and Inky seem to think this is an opportunity to really ride me...They talk in muted tones, cover their mouth when they talk and then laugh their (in Tom's case) little ass off when I'm forced to say 'what?' I also think it disappoints Tom when I actually hear the phone ring because then he doesn't get to say, 'well you could answer the phone.'..If he says something to me and I even hesitate one second in replying, he'll stutter like I'm having to fumble for an answer.I told him to not do that again, in a tone, that should have let him know that fucking joke was old. Today he was making fun of the way I did the shelves, stocked the shelves, put new tags on, just every fucking thing..and it's all a big joke to him, but then when you're 5' tall everything is big to you...Finally I heard a 'snap'...and I just handed the tags I was replacing and said you do it. He said, why, when your my source of amusement. I said then buy a fucking 
video game, grabbed the keys to the bathroom, and as I was walking off, I said over my shoulder to him:"fuck you."...and he laughed and said "what?"...like what did I do....I had a good cry in the bathroom, made up my mind if he said one fucking word to me I was going to tell him to take this piddly ass job and shove it up his tiny asshole. I came back and waited on about 2 customers and then he walked up behind me and said:"you can go home early today."...I had joked earlier that I was going to have the flu between 10-11am, on Thursday as the finals in the womens Beach Volleyball was going to be on, and he said why don't you just take the day off, so I would work Sat. instead. Said good idea. So maybe he's thinking I'll have enough time to cool off and calm down. But I decided I don't want to work Saturday, I'll just take tomorrow off, and if things are the same as they have been I'm going to give my notice. I have always worked at jobs where I was respected and treated well, because I'm a hard worker, and do a great job. I have always held a management position in all my jobs, had more responsibilities in one day than I do here in a week. No one ever questioned my ability or my work ethics or treated me like I wasn't a very valued and well thought of employee. But then I have never worked for a gnome before either. What is it with little men and their big fucking ego's that make them think they have to make everyone else feel little to make them feel big?..I started there in Feb. so it's almost 7 months, and there are mornings when I get up and think oh fuck, I hope I work with Inky and not Tom. When I first started he wasn't like that...and he has actually gotten worse every since I made the crack about the 'little cop nazi of West' being mad at everyone all the time, as it wasn't my fault his mother fucked a gnome. So wonder since he is about the same size as the cop if he took it that I meant him too...Fuck if I had meant him, I would have mentioned him by name. I don't think he ever reads this blog but I wouldn't put it past him to read it today knowing I would probably mention it...
joke. He makes fun of my ability to drop things. I have had and continue to have trouble gripping things, from lack of circulation. So I drop shit, and I do it often. This seems to be a great sense of joy for Tom as it gives him something to make fun of . Then it's my hearing loss, that's a enormous boon for him..he and Inky seem to think this is an opportunity to really ride me...They talk in muted tones, cover their mouth when they talk and then laugh their (in Tom's case) little ass off when I'm forced to say 'what?' I also think it disappoints Tom when I actually hear the phone ring because then he doesn't get to say, 'well you could answer the phone.'..If he says something to me and I even hesitate one second in replying, he'll stutter like I'm having to fumble for an answer.I told him to not do that again, in a tone, that should have let him know that fucking joke was old. Today he was making fun of the way I did the shelves, stocked the shelves, put new tags on, just every fucking thing..and it's all a big joke to him, but then when you're 5' tall everything is big to you...Finally I heard a 'snap'...and I just handed the tags I was replacing and said you do it. He said, why, when your my source of amusement. I said then buy a fucking 
video game, grabbed the keys to the bathroom, and as I was walking off, I said over my shoulder to him:"fuck you."...and he laughed and said "what?"...like what did I do....I had a good cry in the bathroom, made up my mind if he said one fucking word to me I was going to tell him to take this piddly ass job and shove it up his tiny asshole. I came back and waited on about 2 customers and then he walked up behind me and said:"you can go home early today."...I had joked earlier that I was going to have the flu between 10-11am, on Thursday as the finals in the womens Beach Volleyball was going to be on, and he said why don't you just take the day off, so I would work Sat. instead. Said good idea. So maybe he's thinking I'll have enough time to cool off and calm down. But I decided I don't want to work Saturday, I'll just take tomorrow off, and if things are the same as they have been I'm going to give my notice. I have always worked at jobs where I was respected and treated well, because I'm a hard worker, and do a great job. I have always held a management position in all my jobs, had more responsibilities in one day than I do here in a week. No one ever questioned my ability or my work ethics or treated me like I wasn't a very valued and well thought of employee. But then I have never worked for a gnome before either. What is it with little men and their big fucking ego's that make them think they have to make everyone else feel little to make them feel big?..I started there in Feb. so it's almost 7 months, and there are mornings when I get up and think oh fuck, I hope I work with Inky and not Tom. When I first started he wasn't like that...and he has actually gotten worse every since I made the crack about the 'little cop nazi of West' being mad at everyone all the time, as it wasn't my fault his mother fucked a gnome. So wonder since he is about the same size as the cop if he took it that I meant him too...Fuck if I had meant him, I would have mentioned him by name. I don't think he ever reads this blog but I wouldn't put it past him to read it today knowing I would probably mention it...Any how...I have a lot of deciding to do between now and Friday. Babs said since I do like the idea of working and not as happy as I was at the beginning, I should look around..The manager at the other Dollar Store is my biggest fan, maybe because I bake her cookies all the time. Ha.. Or I could just go back to sitting on my ass, I was fond of that job.
Speaking of Babs, she is on her second trip to Austin to hook up with her old boyfriend..She went a couple of weeks ago and had a great time and I got to cat sit, and she left today and will be back Sat. (has to be back before NASCAR starts). Peaches has figured out that when I come over she gets canned food, so she's pissed at Babs, but she thinks I'm a can opener.
Well, I'm off to watch the Olympics...enjoying my extra 2 hours off and extra day tomorrow..
By the way Annie's coat is so much whiter and shinnier since her bath. She struts now....
