I’m in the middle of a seven day Facebook ban, which means I can’t use Messenger at all. It’s funny: all those conservative white guys claim that everyone else is a snowflake, but they get so upset about the dumbest things. And since they’re white and guys, Facebook has to listen to them. Because Zuck hates everyone else. Or at least, they don’t make him enough money. Why again do I have a Facebook account? Because I’m not seeing the point anymore.
Record Store Day was this past Saturday and it was a bust. Among the offerings were the soundtracks to the first three live action Transformers movies, which were the only things that Prime and Shawn wanted. So Prime and I got up early on Saturday and headed to the record store in Appleton–the Exclusive Company–in order for me to wait until they opened, which was supposed to be nine in the morning.
Notice how I said “supposedly”. Because when we got there, they were already open and picked clean.
Prime dropped me at work and headed to Oshkosh, only to find a similar situation. He tried calling other stores and got nothing but a run-around. In the end, it doesn’t really matter: he ordered two sets from eBay. But I honestly hope that this kind of shit never happens again. I’m getting dead sick of it.
Yesterday, Salinn decided to chew everyone out, as we hadn’t done the Procedure at 14:00. Here’s the problem: we can’t start the damned thing until we’ve been given permission to do so. Gone are the days of calling Front End and telling them we need help; the supervisor is supposed to take care of it all. And yet, it’s not happening because the supervisor(s) have way too much to do as it is, because they’re running the front!
Basically, the entire idiotic situation can be laid at Salinn’s feet. She’s been doing nothing but micromanaging us to the point of stupidity and now it bit her on the ass hard. I’m hoping that she’ll back the hell off and let us take care of ourselves, but that makes sense, so it’ll never happen.
Iacon East 