The two new girls that started at my work in August were gone just a couple of weeks later. My idiot boss waited a whole fucking month, this week to be exact, to replace them. The replacements seem to be doing pretty good for their first couple of days, though. But we may be losing the woman that's been working with me since February pretty soon. She's moving up to north Indiana to be closer with her girlfriend.
My company managed to make a mockery of Labor Day again this year. We didn't work all god damned day like last year, but I was there for a little over nine hours. I don't feel like we had enough work to justify keeping us for more than half the day, and my holiday might have been salvageable if they had let us go after eight hours, but that extra hour fucking ruined it. I was hoping to be able to make it through an entire movie before wanting to go to bed, but I was so fucking tired that I only made it through the first hour of the original Total Recall before going to bed. I had to finish it the following night.
This week has sucked balls. Sweaty, stinky balls. Work was horrible, made worse by the fact that we had to work last Saturday. I really should've taken a Floating Holiday on Saturday, but I didn't want to leave everyone else hanging. I'm not gonna go into specifics about why else work sucked. This was also the week of the Louder Than Life festival in Louisville. I thought maybe I could at least make it to the Thursday edition, when Nine Inch Nails, Ministry, and Tenacious D were playing, until I saw what a single day GA ticket cost, which was $129, plus a $20 or $30 fee. Then I was like, "Never mind." I've only seen Nine Inch Nails once, way back in November 1994. I've seen Ministry twice, but I wanted to see them in Covington, KY back this past March, and didn't get to because I didn't have enough money, and I'm pissed that I had to miss their second Kentucky appearance this year. I've never seen Tenacious D live. There was at least one band playing that night that I would've avoided like the plague, I heard more than enough of them when I went to Louder Than Life in 2019. Hint: the singer is a woman who does a lot of corny ass screaming. But the cherry turd on top of this week was shopping at Walmart on Friday morning, being 99.9% sure that I put everything that was in my cart into my car's trunk, and then somehow not having one or two bags of stuff worth $50+ from there when I got home. I've looked everywhere for it. My car, my apartment, went back to the store twice, and I even stopped at Meijer on that last trip, since that was my last stop before heading home this morning, and looked around the area where I had parked. Nothing. And there's nothing Walmart can do to help. You know, those assholes in charge of Walmart make more money than either I or the typical Walmart employee can even fathom, you'd think they'd throw us a fucking bone every once in a while. This is also the second time in about three years that this has happened to me at Walmart. I wonder if this wouldn't happen so much if they either changed the color of their bags, or the color of their carts? After all, other places I shop at (Kroger, Meijer, Price Less) have bags that contrast starkly with their carts, while Walmart's bags are virtually the same color as their carts and their parking lots, creating something of a camouflage. Maybe I should start a petition on Change.org to get Walmart to change the color of their bags.
That last trip to Walmart was mostly to pick up a prescription. The guy at Walmart's exit told me to have a good day. I told him, "My day's pretty much fucked."
I'll leave you with Ministry's live version of "Breathe" from 1990.
