There are some interesting comments in response to my last post… mainly, little miss Kristen. Dear, dear ignorant, naive little Kristen. Dont you realize its almost natural to bitch about a job? With every “good” job, or hell, ANY job, theres always shit that comes along with it. And if a person isnt going to sound off at SOME point about that shit, well… they might act out on it in other ways- such as by decking a fellow employee or worse (or better? Haha) yet, a customer.
Besides… quit my job? Sorry, but Im not another little 18 or 19 year old shit who can decide to a) work and have extra money or b) sit on his/her ass and collect money from Mommy and Daddy. Like you said yourself, I have four cats. I also have bills (phone, electric, cable, dsl) and rent. Im doing that little thing called being responsible. Therefore, regardless of my like/dislike for a job, I cant quit. And by the way, “sooooo poor”? There are a lot of people out there who live from paycheck to paycheck. Also, be glad Im not going and collecting food stamps and welfare. Even with BOTH our incomes combined we still qualify for at least one, if not both. But, Id rather let peoples precious tax dollars (including yours 
) pay for food stamps/welfare for someone who REALLY needs it. We may be struggling a bit, but we get by, and thats what counts.
And I never said I hated my job… I actually like working at Target. I like being around people and doing what I do. I dont want to make a career out of it, but its a job I can handle without someday shoving a gun in my mouth.
And Michelle, your comments didnt piss me off… Im an open minded person, and in most cases, I CAN see both sides of things. 
And about the language thing… I basically meant what Nikki meant. I get a lot of people who get mad at me because I ask them (nicely and politely) to repeat themselves. I dont mind dealing with people who dont speak English well, as long as they try and dont just stand there and make hand gestures and then get aggravated with me.
La la la.
My mom called last night around 9pm or so. I guess she thought I died or something since I wasnt online in the evening like I usually am. Well, I hadnt died… but I had fallen asleep while Daniel and I were watching “The Curve”. So I talked to her for a while, then Daniel and I watched some more TV, and I passed out around 2am or so… so, that was my night. Eventful? Hardly. :haha:
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