Yesterday, a customer had the nerve to honk loudly @ me and then he asked if I had seen some merchandise that he had lost. ("customer always right." "black lives matter". allegedly)
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One of the Lot Attendants, Joe, has only been working @ Home Depot for about 4 weeks, and only once a week. (Although he might've been working different hours and locations than me.) The lil dipshit had the nerve to tell me "You missed a couple (carts)". and then "Where are you going? There are no carts over there. Put those carts in the front of the store and that will help." He was not yelling and he was not too emotional. He sounded annoyed. However, the lil f****r had the nerve to micromanage me and I wasn't even doing anything wrong. And I have been working there for over two f*****g years. It makes me paranoid, maybe he's having sex with the manager. Tattletale Tom sometimes has the nerve to micromanage me too. They do not outrank me, but they have "freedom of speech". Everyone has "freedom of speech", but not everyone is having sex with the customer. However, "pick your battles". Sometimes, when two people just "have" to have their different ways, then they waste so much time and energy arguing, that they don't do any work or anything productive. So, I just nodded and pushed the carts to the front.
However, I feel uncomfortable around lil dipshits like Tattletale Tom and Joe, b/c sometimes they just try to slowly conquer and take over and before you know it, you have to do something.
Also, it's in the Home Depot parking lot. There are two cops on "standby" at all times. There are plenty of security guards and loss prevention. Video cameras. However, I do not have a right to access the tapes. And the authorities are sometimes "busy" elsewhere doing other things. Besides, you don't know who Tattletale Tom is having sex with. Tattletale Tom and Joe could run over my worthless corpse with a car (I do not have a car, so vice versa is not correct.)
Also, other ass holes, like Steve and Javell, sometimes loiter for hours, literally, in the sod, and they have not yet gotten made redundant. But just b/c they can do something, doesn't mean that I can too. That is not "discrimination". Maybe the managers like them and do not like me. It is not a controlled experiment. Lately, my feet have been hurting more than usual, but I am afraid to loiter in the sod like Steve and Javell, because I am afraid Tattletale Tom, Joe, or other micromanagers will have the nerve to tattle on me. "At will" employer. Zero "due process". However, there is no law that says that they have to demonstrate "due process".
I just feel so outnumbered, overpowered, outsmarted, annoyed, hateful.
Any customer or employee or anyone else could just *waltz* into the stupidass parking lot and order me to do anything. While a manager said that I *can* refuse, they could just keep standing there and barking @ me. If I worked in an office, only employees would be able to go there. and no barking (at least, not as much).
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After dinner, I ate too much. (about five servings). Not a catastrophe, just not good. Mostly, was thinking about Joe, Tattletale Tom, and et cetera. Work. Also, it's been so cold my feet feel frozen and numb and eating makes me feel hotter. The central heating in my Pigpen doesn't work. The space heater only heats two feet in each direction. And even when the space heater is on full blast, you can still touch it without getting burned. The older I get, the worse my circulation gets. Often get cold and hot. And in the parking lot, you can't do much about it. Especially when it's raining. Last night's bowel movement took 40 minutes. (It seems like bowel movements take longer than usual when it's cold. It's been cold since November.)
Then when I woke up today, I meant to eat less than usual to compensate for last night. Instead, I ate 7 pieces of bread, 2 servings of oat milk, one mango, and one serving water chestnuts.
emotional overeating.