Well, I finally got to the point where I'm about to start mentioning even more new people, and I had to create a spreadsheet (Okay, a table in OpenOffice!) to keep everyone straight, since I don't use identifying information on this blog.
Today was kind of a busy day. I'm really starting to not like RP very much - I liked her okay when I first started working at CAR (pseudonym!), but I'm seeing more and more that she's not a very nice person. She sucks up to Boss a lot, and is his pipeline of information on what happens when he isn't there. I don't like this very much (I can see why my coworkers at the fast food restaurant didn't like me very much), especially because she stole 3 different people out from under me today because she was being a competitive bitch. CRN gave one of the surveys back to me, since I was the one who originally talked to them, and they decided to come back while I was bringing in someone else and talked to RP, who wrote her name on the screening sheet when she knew full well that it should have been mine. So CRN gave it to me. Woo.
Anyway, my other problems with her are that she's only 20 years old and has a baby that she isn't a very good mother to - she told me a story about how her son is so bad that when he was 9 months old, he said "bitch" and got spanked for it. NINE MONTHS OLD. What is this person doing with a baby, and why don't I have one? I'd be a better mother than her. And it's not like he said bitch, anyway. He made a sound that sounded like it, while babbling, which is a thing that infants DO. Christ on a stick, people.
One redeeming quality of RP is that she's stupid, so she agrees with everything I say, even bullshit. Also, she thinks I'm a great singer, so it's nice to have the ego stroked a little bit, even if I know it's because she's an idiot with no life experience.
Anyway. I'm starting to look for a better job, because I kind of hate this one sometimes, especially since Boss drinks on the job. Actually, if he hadn't offered me the job on the spot, I'd have probably gotten a job with Old Navy, because they called for an interview on my first day at CAR. Figures.
I think that's enough bitching about work. Of course, I don't really have much to write about. I had an idea for a story earlier, it just popped into my head, and I wrote down the one line that was in there, but I'm letting the rest float in my head for a bit before I put it down, because if it's actually good, it should stick. (At least according to Stephen King.) Maybe there's still a chance of me getting to write that novel I've wanted to write since I was a kid. I would love that.
Anyway, I need to go and do stuff before I go to bed. I have the house to myself tonight because J and S went to visit a friend of S's and they took the children. Also, M is at work, so it's just me and the puppies. Who are passed out on the floor. I don't know how they are able to do that, since I've been really loud. (I really love singing.)
Why is Coheed and Cambria so awesome?