Current mood:	bitchy
Current music:	Crutch - Matchbox 20

I really hate my job.

So, I'm coming down with a cold or flu or something. My voice is hoarse, I'm hacking up a lung, blowing my nose, obviously sick. So what do they have me do at work but wash windows and mop the exit foyer where the doors are constantly opening and blasting me with twenty degree air. Yeah, that's bright.

Also, I am really getting sick of one of my coworkers. Julie was okay when I only had to work with her an hour or two a day and didn't have to hear her much. But she's a know-it-all and has opinions about every damn thing in the book, most of which she's absolutely wrong on. And she gets bitchy if you try to contradict her and pulls her 'how many years of experience at such and such' card, which doesn't impress me much when it replaces common sense.

So today she was complaining about how we have to learn how to trim Christmas trees in case we're outside. Which is silly, I admit, because I can't lift a tree onto the table to do it and I'm mostly the one out there weekdays, and they'll never get the new people or weekend-only people trained on it. But she starts bitching about how it's ridiculous because we CAN'T cut it here, they have to cut it at home or it'll die. And I'm looking at her like she's an idiot, because we've done this for years and hey, people don't return the Christmas trees because they've died too early, so she starts harping on about how it has to be FRESHLY CUT and put into BOILING WATER or else it closes off, just like a flower, and blahblahblah.

While I suppose there is some truth to this and it will probably last longer, it's complete bullshit that they're going to die INSTANTLY because we trimmed it at the store with a chainsaw and it had half an hour for the sap to congeal. Because HEY, GUESS WHAT. Our Christmas trees were mostly cut TWO MONTHS AGO out at the farms and they haven't died yet. So yes, if you want a really fresh tree, you should go to a farm and pick it out and cut it, then take it home and trim it yourself. But you know, if it was going to die a week before Christmas just because we trimmed the trunk at the store then they wouldn't be able to cut the trees so long before Christmas and ship them out, then, would they? They'd wait a little longer to stop customer and store complaints about merchandise.

So yes, Julie drives me insane and I really want to tell her at times to stop being such a fucking bitch. If I didn't know that the garden center people don't really like her, I'd probably wonder if it was just me, because they seem to get along with her up front all right. But she's stepped on a lot of toes outside, and they're always glad when I come back from lunch or where ever I was while she was covering the outside register.

Okay, enough complaining for today.