Jane can suck it till her neck breaks

I'm still not quite used to this whole up-before-noon thing. I'm driving Matt into work today because Steve has the baby. It's sad that I'm actually starting to enjoy the drive to and from Natick, as well as hanging out at the store simply because it's not my job.

My job is driving me mad, again. I am getting passed over for the management promotion in terms of monetary compensation and titularly, but Jane still expects me to deal with all the management crap and do all the extra paperwork, etc. I am not doing this.

She called me yesterday and yelled at me because I gave (gasp!) one of the closers a key to the store and then had the nerve to ask for a spare. Four employees and we should have five keys in case someone forgets theirs. But, no, I got yelled at for that. Suddenly, Jane also wants to come in and train the two girls that I've trained. In the year I've been there, she's never once done that. I was there for three months before I even saw her. I hate hate hate being treated like I'm incompetant.

I finally figured out who Jane reminds me of, too. I had this horrible teacher in first grade who not only looked like her, but was just like her in personality as well. So, of course, I broke out in hives after she yelled at me because she stresses me so badly. I fucking hate my job. I don't think it's a fuck of a lot to ask for a dollar's raise after a year, but whatever... Jane doesn't like me, so that's fine.

I quit. I have to drive Matt in, try to keep from breaking out in hives thinking about this madness, come home, and get ready for work.

I think I would like a pressure bolt to the skull. Please?