Friday February 12, 2010

Wake up around 10:00 this morning. It's my day off today and my Mom and Grandma are making trip into town to visit. They are also bringing my little cousin, Milea, and one of her friends with them. They were planning on getting a hotel for the two nights they will be in town, but Tool and I offer to let them all crash at our place. They take us up on our offer for tonight, opting to stay in a hotel tomorrow night. I get out of bed and throw some clothes on. First order of business is to cruise over to Caribou to clear up some shit with my manager about my loss of hours and potential demotion. I'm feeling super pissed this morning, which works out well when I'm trying to get my point across.

My whole argument to Ryan was that his reasoning for my demoting myself was because he can no longer schedule two shift supervisors together on the same shift, which ultimately leads to a cut in my hours. He claims that if I demote myself, I will keep the same pay rate, but my concern is that if I become a Team Member, I will be working with ONLY shift supervisors, which would cost the same in labor dollars as if I just stayed in my current position. Then he drops the bomb on me that it's actually not my decision like he had originally made it out to be. This pisses me off even further and I quickly lose the very small amount of sanity I was holding onto. I pretty much tell him to fuck himself for not coming clean with me in the beginning. He doesn't deny that he's an asshole. I tell him that I want assurance that I can keep my same pay rate and I want it in writing and if he doesn't get it in writing and I for some reason lose a dollar on my paycheck, I'm getting an attorney. And that's where I leave off. Fucker.

I storm out of the store and get in my car, so pissed off that I'm fucking shaking. I decide that maybe driving in this state of mind isn't exactly the safest decision, so I cruise back inside to get a cup of coffee and calm myself down a bit. I vent my frustrations to Nicole and Lori, both of which ultimately sympathize with my situation, but don't seem like they really identify with my problem, which isn't their fault. It's nice to have people to at least bitch to and get all this shit off my chest. I chill for about a half hour and then calm down enough to make the drive home. Again, I crank my stereo and jam out to the epic and violent songs of Coheed and Cambria, which eases my thoughts a bit.

I get home and head inside to clean up the place before my Mom comes over. I spend the next hour cleaning the shit out of the place and hiding any and all unpleasant things that my upset my family members. I spend the rest of the afternoon playing Mario 64 until Tool comes home. He's heading to the city tonight and tells me that my Mom and everybody is at Lou Malnati's pizza joint in Downtown Naperville. I call my Mom and tell her I will meet them there in a bit, as they just ordered and it takes about a half hour for the pizza to finish. I throw on some clothes and head out to Downtown Naperville, which pisses me off because I fucking HATE Downtown Naperville. It's a place filled with a bunch of superficial and fake, plastic people who all walk around with their noses in the air that think their shit doesn't stink.

I get there and it takes me a good ten minutes just to find a parking spot. I wind up parking in a parking garage a good three or four blocks from the fuckin' restaurant, and it's colder than a motherfucker out, making for a very unpleasant walk. I get inside and find the family and take a seat. I order up some water to sip on while we wait for the pizza to get there. I bullshit with my Mom and Grandma and enjoy some gourmet deep-dish pizza. Good times.

We all head home and I get the family all settled into the condo. I hang out and bullshit with my Mom for awhile while my Grandma crashes and Milea and her friend jam out to some Beatles RockBand. Just around 9:00, my Mom decides she's gonna get some sleep, so I opt to head out to Justin's to chill for awhile. I cruise over there and Justin, Mary, Stein, Martel, and Martel's girlfriend Devon, are all chilling enjoying some drinks and watching Step Brothers. I make myself a whiskey and coke cocktail and enjoy the comedic flick. The movie ends around 10:30 and we decide to watch Daniel Tosh's stand-up special, as Martel and Devon have never seen it before. Even though it was like the tenth time I've seen it, I am still brought to tears from laughter. Again, Daniel Tosh is a comedic genius.

Martel and Devon cruise and Justin and I head outside for a smoke, my first of the day. We head back inside and throw on Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, which is truly a bad-ass flick. I really don't like Guy Ritchie films, but I really dug this movie. Stein leaves about halfway through and I end up getting insanely sleepy, as it's about 2:00 AM. I decide it's a good time to cruise home, until I remember that I left my condo keys with my Mom and forgot to get them back from her when I left. Figuring it's too late to wake her up to let me in, I just opt to crash at Justin's place. I bowwow a pair of shorts and curl up on the couch, passing out with about twenty minutes of the movie left.