Reading the Past, Living the Future.: Free From My Shackles!!!

October 11, 2007, I officially got my brackets removed from my mouf! Boy, was I stoked. It was the weirdest feeling in my mouth after it was removed. I told Jared this earlier, "I feel like i can talk quicker, like I can rap as fast as Twista with all of this weight off!" Yeah right, I wish I could. That was the highlight of my day.

But moments later, when imprisoned in work, I talked to the new HR because I was about an hour early. I decided to head up to work right after my appointment because I was low on gas (getting really expensive and hurting the hell out of my pockets). Anyway, the new HR's name is Jessie. She's a chick, and for some reason, I just wasn't feelin her. I told her about my situation and how I needed a raise. So she pulled out my file, and she saw that I had an attendance problem that ended on April 2007. That was about a 5 months ago. I asked her if that was the reason that I haven't been getting a raise, and she said, "Yes!" They she said this in her exact words, "If I were the district manager, I would not approve you for this raise." So I told her, "If that's the case, then I'm going to quit!" I was really upset when I heard that from her mouth. I just wanted to argue with her about how much dedication I put into my job, basically all of my heart and soul. It's just upsetting that managers can't appreciate good help. Everything was going smoothly before Donovan's fat ass came through the store. It's his fault everything is so fucked up.

I talked to Ron, a co-worker in my department about the situation, and also Ernie. They were bummed and infuritated at the fact that she would say something like that. I guess Ron, told my supervisor, Jeff about the whole situation. Jeff talked to me and told me that he'll talk to Donovan on Saturday about the situation. Jeff also had something else to tell me. He had told me that when he first brought up the raise to Donovan and Theresa, they're excuse was that everyone was getting their hours cut, so he wouldn't approve anyone for a raise. The first thing that came to my mind was, "Bullshit!" For some reason, I think Donovan is just racist.

So today, was also Vince's (lot technician), a good buddy of mine from high school, last day at the Depot. Congratulations for him!! How lucky he is to get away from such a terrible store. For some reason, I think Donovan doesn't know how hard we fuckin work. I wish that Robert, our previous store manager was still around, and the other ASM's...Pedro, Todd, and other's I forgot to mention. They were the sickest staff I have ever worked with. I was cool with everyone of them.

Well, If nothing comes about from Jeff's talk with Donovan, I'll be putting in my two weeks and looking for a job elsewhere. Hopefully, I'll be able to find one right away.

I just had to get this one in: Someone at the Depot, not telling any names...Ron...told me that the reason why Robert moved to the Encinitas stores was because him and Theresa had something going on. And the funny thing is, Theresa is training to be a store manager at Encinitas. Coincidence?! I guess so. Fuck that bitch!! She never did anything for me, and I hope that she fails at everything she does. Seriously!

I'll leave you off with something positive.

Before Pictures:

My fat face and my braces: