The Day of the Bad

I can't begin to describe how today went. But I'll try anyway.

Going into today, I was beat from a lack of sleep (thanks a lot, Nintendo DS), and almost in a near-accident with some debris on King Road (thanks a lot, fog). After making it to Colleen's place and subsequently dropping her off at work, I ventured to Meijer for what was supposed to be a rather "normal" shift.

So leave it to the supposedly "professional" Store Director at good ol' Meijer #156 to ruin my day. Immediately upon coming in to work, Al finds me, throws his finger in my face, and gives me something along the lines of "Brandon, I've been getting a lot of customer complaints about pricing in Grocery, and if you can't do you're job, we will get rid of you and find someone else who can..." and subsequently walks away without letting me say a word.

Thanks for appreciating your employees, Al. I rarely let words get to me, and in fact, I make it a point to not take anything personally, ever. But I considered his words not mean, but outright unprofessional and impolite to common mores: among my top pet-peeves.

I'll leave the details from the fallout of this for later, but this was just the bad start to my day: between a crunched workload, dumb customers, a long, long, long English class, and boring-ass homework in the evening, I've just been burnt.

The result of such a shitty day (haven't had one in a while) is that I'm completely drained of energy, will, and creativity. Games? No interest. Dairy Queen like I promised a friend? No interest. Writing? Nope, not that either.

Instead I'm off to bed - to curl into a ball and to sleep my worries away. Tomorrow is a reboot day. See you Wednesday.

Out.