My First Post-Military Job

Well, I thought it was too good to be true when it only took three weeks to find a job. I really liked it too. I would have been good if it wasn't for that mangy manager. So yeah. this is the story all about how my life got flipped so just listen for a minute and I'll try to make this quick.

Ok, so I go into work and my boss tells me the one "project" I was working on was completed by some other girl. I immediately think, "Stupid tramp". I asked my manager if I could do the paper work I'd been hired to do and she said for me to wait an hour. I got really upset about it because I really don't like doing things that don't make sense. Its just a thing I have. Anyway, I asked her why I couldn't do it then instead of waiting until right before the shift change because there was no reason I shouldn't have. She just said, "Its ok, it'll just make you be in a hurry to get it done faster." Maybe its just me, you should seriously tell me if that makes any sense. It almost sounds like a "because I said so" to me. Whatever.

Later I find out the manager told that girl to finish my project. I wanted to kick her so bad. My foot seriously jerked. Then the best manager of all times totally tells me to clean these shelves. I'm just thinking the whole time, "These shelves have been empty and dirty all day and you think its best for the girl to use her time organizing a wall thats been disorganized for months, than to clean and stock this stupid thing in the middle of the store?" While that thought keeps running thru my head, the same stupid 20 songs are repeating themselves over and over again so much so that I know way more country music than I wanted to. Its only 20 songs but thats 19 too many.