Frustration

The week has started on a note that makes me of the opinion that "bullet in the head" sounds like a relaxing course of action. I wouldn't recommend leaving for work on a Monday morning and finding your car towed for being illegally parked. And the rest of the day followed that pattern to the point that I expected to show up to work and my job not be there or have a family member die. Neither of which has happened... yet.

And now, just for the hell of it, I think I will devote any spare time to looking around for a new job. I like my job except when it comes to dealing with my 'internal customers' at the store level who fall into two general categories; firstly, those that only work at your neighborhood supermarket* (Quality Food Centres) because they are somewhat unqualified for more 'dynamic' employment at the McDonald's next door and secondly, those store managers that have their little hearts set on becoming a VP someday and are very focused on trying to catch the eye of those higher on the food chain than themselves.

Having individuals from either of these groups then go so far as to helpfully 'suggest' how I may better serve them as the A+ numba' One person that they are wears painfully upon my patience and eventually my sanity.

'Nuff said. Venting is done.