ohmigod stop commenting on everything I do on facebook. You're weird, I don't like you, and you aren't even related to me anymore, so our connection has ceased to exist (for like 17 years now!) I didn't want to friend you in the first place, and I tried not to, but your daughter (who I do actually like) kind of backed me into a corner.

Stop facebook stalking me! Do you seriously have nothing else to do but stalk and comment on your ex-niece's (whom you haven't seen in at least 10 years) facebook profile??? Good God, woman...

Also, everyone (as far as costumers go) was so pissy yesterday. Like... everyone. I don't know what the crap happened, but no one was pleased with anything, and I'm sure Meggie and I are going to get a lecture when we go into work today. So ridiculous.

First of all, I'm new, and Meggie is newer. So, the two of us closing on our own was stressful enough. Then we had to deal with a huge amount of seriously pissy people, and got way behind and ended up clocking out a half an hour late. It's not our fault PJ called in sick. It's NOT our fault we were out of roast beef. And it's not my fucking fault if you came to the deli expecting me to just hand you some sliced meat so you can get to your ballgame on time. You either need to buy the precut shit, or come in early enough for me to cut it. Otherwise, if you want to be on time, all I can do for you is chop you off a nice big nasty slice of ham and you can cut it your damn self on the way!

So many moments yesterday I wanted to yell at someone. Customers for blaming me for shit. Meggie for running around like a decapitated chicken when she couldn't find the roast beef, which made both of us end up looking like we had no idea what the fuck we were doing. Oh, and that customer she was trying to help was nice enough to inform me that he knew the store manager and would be having a word with him... fantastic. I really wanted to yell at Genie (the night lady who makes sandwiches and we always try to have the front done before she comes so we can avoid her.) She will talk and talk and talk and talk, and have no care what-so-ever that you have a job to do and a deadline to do it by. >.> She sort of hekped us, but I think she wasted more time yammering than she saved by helping. Plus she kept complaining about how we were doing things, and that she had her own job to do, and I wanted to be like "Then go fucking do it! No one told you to come back here!"