I’m kinda depressed right about now.  School is kinda making me sad, but that’s nothing new.  Once again, I’m at one of those pass/fail situations.  As usual, for me at least, I can either make a B/C or an F.  What it will be, I havent the slightest clue.  I have a group project due next week and I don’t even know if my group is still in the class.  Also a bunch of homework I need to turn it.  Lastly, a final also next week, and I barely know how to do the work.  Whatever I guess.  Only reason Im writing this is because I said Id write something once a day.  I know it’s not Friday anymore, but hey I tried.  Cheers!

~Teh Frank

Sup sup, it’s Frank checking in.  Yeah, I don’t know what’s been wrong with me, just haven’t had motivation for anything lately.  I’m behind in schoolwork(albeit in only one class that I unintentionally missed two days in.), been kinda slacking at work…more than usual, still haven’t kept my room clean(cleaned it plenty of times, just didn’t stay clean for even 3 days), and a few other things that I’m sure I’m missing.  Of course this blog is included though, but I slack on this more than anything, since I’ve at least work on the other things.  So, if I can keep a blog up, I’m sure I can do everything else.  This shall be the measure of my motivation, so if you don’t see many blogs, you should get off your butt and attempt to motivate me.

Ok, besides all of this I guess I should tell other things in my life.  I’m still working the same job.  I been needed a job, but I really didn’t want to leave them high and dry so I’ve been slacking on that.  Too many people coming and going at that job.  I think we’ve found one stable worker though; he’s pretty cool.  But now, I am about to move out to the north side, so there’s no point in keeping this job.  So the job hunt is on!  And yes, I do have an actual girlfriend; Sorry ladies. :/  Not a female friend, “best friend,” placeholder, or anything like that.

I don’t know what else, though.  Umm, if my motivation stays, these blogs will keep going, preferably daily.  Noone talks to me much anymore.  Dunno whats that about.  Oh well, I guess.  Until next time.

~Teh Frank

So yeah, I know it has been ages (but I’m only talking to myself anyway, so not like it matters), but I think I finally feel up to writing again about nonsense.  I still haven’t found my “cheat sheet” yet, but whatever.  I’ll just roll with things as I think of it.  A lot has happened(well at least for me) over this time and I’m sure all of you are anxious to hear about it…not really, as most of you(and by you, I mean myself) know about it already.  Until next time…cheers!

~Teh Frank(Shooting beams from my whole face)

Here is a short overview of what is actually coming up next.  I promise this time :).

- Part IV and possibly Part V(If I find my paper @_@)

+ I know I “promised” this a long time ago, but I technically didn’t break my promise.  I wrote it, posted it, then immediately deleted it.  I didn’t like how it went.

- A short story request

+ I actually wrote this out also, but deleted it because the person didn’t want to be my friend anymore, but now they want to again.  Story of my life.

- An overview of customers at most retail institutions

+ Self-explanatory. 

Last thing is what I’m going to write now.  I don’t care that Whitney Houston died.  Actually, let me rephrase.  It sucks when someone dies, but it doesn’t bother me just because it’s Whitney Houston, but just another human being.  Tired of people being over dramatic about famous people dying.  Most of them die because of drugs, alcohol, trying to be the “hardest” on the planet, suicide, or because of a terminal illness caused by drugs or drinking.  My problem is that if another person that wasn’t a family member died because of this, most of you wouldn’t think twice about it.  You’d just be like “Oh, dang, that sucks.” and your daily activities will continue.  I’m the same way with these famous people; that sucks, but life goes on.  I don’t know these people, you don’t know these people, and they don’t know about you.  They wouldn’t give you anything if you asked for it, so why are you giving them everything?  This crazy world we live in…

~Teh Frank(Going to a funeral of a person that actually exists to me.)

So as some to most of you know, I am a minimum wage slave at Family Dollar; a job that pays too little, while asking too much.  There’s a lot of things I don’t understand about this job.  Most of my co-workers try to blame Big Boss for everything, but everything is clearly not her fault. Now, some things she could change and would make things a lot more simple, to be honest, and this is mainly what this is about.

The number one thing my boss does is the reason I used to not like her when I first started working there.  Currently, we have 5 main workers; not including Big Boss and Little Boss.  Two primarily cashiers and three primarily stockers, including head stocker, That One Guy, Frank Allen.  Now according to Big Boss, hours are based on how well you work.  Key-phrase is “how well.”  Now, in the past, when we first opened, I’m guessing she chose hours based off of how we did while building the store.  Now, I received high recommendations from the development manager, his assistant, and the ex-assistant manager.  Starting off, we had like 10 workers all together.  Tell me how it’s acceptable that I receive less than 20 hours a week, other workers get mid range 20 hours a week, and 2 workers get nearly 40 hours a week.  Now, I know 9 other people did not receive higher recommendations than me, that would be absurd in my opinion.  Let’s move on…

It now becomes 4 main workers and I can finally get over 20 hours a week.  Mind you, the two there were getting 40 or nearly 40 are still receiving that.  I still don’t see any difference in what we’re doing and my bosses even tell me that I’m the only one that does right.  I never assume things at first…completely at least, but my hypothesis was proving correct; hours are based off of favoritism.  It was to no surprise that both of the high hour workers talked a lot…and also a lot to Big Boss.  I’m usually quiet the first few weeks so I can see who I can trust and who I can’t trust, so of course I’m going to look anti-social or whatever.  To no surprise, when I started talking like my usual self, my hours gradually rose, while the others gradually fell.  Amazing…  I just now realized how much rambling I’ve done, so I’ll make this short.  My comment on “how well someone works” still isn’t how we get hours, it is favoritism and speed.  I’m the slowest main worker, the non-main workers are slower than me, but I’m the most efficient.  No one cares about efficiency, just speed.  While I’m spending an extra 30 minutes fixing what others did wrong and making sure my work is correct, they are having fun talking during that 30 minutes.  I get roughly the same amount of hours, so I don’t really care anymore.  I’m also the only one who Big Boss buys food for on a regular basis, bwahahahahahaha. 

That was long, but this won’t be.  Another thing our bosses do make the mandatory $100 starting dollars in the register retarded.  Instead of giving us mostly what we would need: ones, fives, quarters, and pennies, they give us twenties and 3247328907432432 packs of nickels.  To no surprise, we ask for change almost instantaneously and they want to get mad and take their time in getting the change. Do it right the first time, please.

Now, the last problem I want to talk about is something a manager should never do; become friends with co-workers.  This is the cause of the majority of problems.  Although it isn’t an actual friend, she tries to be cool with everyone at work…well nearly everyone.  In doing this, people try to take advantage of her and usually succeeds and nothing gets done or she goes over her hours or she gets mad and takes it out on everyone.  Some of my co-workers like to work when they want to and dress how they want to and they spend most of the day with this attitude.  Again, it’s the efficiency I’m talking about. I like talking and having fun also, but I also would like to get my work done, but I guess no one else sees it that way.  My boss knows who is doing right and who isn’t, but she doesn’t act accordingly because of this “friends” mentality.  There’s this one guy that does absolutely what he wants.  He could even miss out on work and she would be mad, but in the end, it wouldn’t matter.  He always gets his hours back, even though she has to call someone in to replace him when he’s doing what he wants.  Whatever though.

But yeah, this job is dumb and I’m long overdue for something else. Help me find a job please :)

~Teh Frank(The Underappreciated Slave.)

So, although I’ve been thinking about doing this for years now, I’ve finally decided that I will start being a lot more honest that I have been lately.  Don’t know if this is the best way of going about things, but seeing as telling the small lies I’ve been doing hasn’t done anything either, I’ll see how the “brutally” honest approach goes.  I’ve only done it once and although she still talks to me and it was her idea, it doesn’t really go well.  But I don’t count that because it’s a very special case and she needs to calm her nonsense anyway.  So yeah, maybe the weak of heart should stray away for a bit…I don’t know.  Whatever you choose.

~Teh Frank (A New Enemy Approaches)

“THE PROBLEM: BEHAVIOR PATTERN of IMPULSIVITY

Matt was a guest at a large private party. He and the hostess knew each other well, although it had been several years since Matt had been to her home. As the party was winding down after midnight, Matt wanted some coffee. (As an ADDer, he wasn’t bothered by late-night caffeine.) He thought it would be a nice gesture to make a pot for everyone. So he found coffee in the hostess’s cabinet, brewed a full pot, and then asked who wanted some. No one else did. The hostess was angry that Matt used up a very expensive blend of coffee that she had bought for a special private occasion - and that would now go to waste. 

In this case, Matt’s impulsive gesture, born out of a desire to be helpful, did not create the reaction he had hoped for. Instead of feeling appreciated, he felt scolded! The hostess would have preferred that he ask her before going into her cabinets, and considered that most people in that age-group (who were not ADD) avoided caffeine late at night.”

I just read this and it made me laugh, but also kind of sad.  For one, I can sleep easily after consuming caffeine, never understood why until now.  Stuff like this happens to me all the time though.  I’ll try to do something nice for someone, but I don’t really think it through and just do it.  Then people are just all yelling at me about it saying it’s dumb or something like that, then I get sad.  At least I understand it better now, though.  

ADD sucks and it bothers me that a lot of people don’t believe I actually have it because I refuse to be diagnosed.  Even when I ask for help dealing with it, people are all like “Ok, ‘friend’ I will” then don’t because they feel I’m making it up.  Whatever though, I’ll find a way to deal with it myself and it will be a grand event as well.  

Got to work on this impulsiveness also, because that’s one of my larger problems…as you should see. I also read today that the reason I tell people yes all the time is not always because I’m just a nice person, but because I’m very impulsive and feel I must say yes.  Made sense instantly…sort of like when I read that I actually have ADD.  My entire life of craziness came to sudden understanding.

I’m also a bad listener.  Well, at least at times.  I’ve been praised as a good listener for so long that I’ve ignored anyone that said I don’t listen; ADD is crazy, son.  Read that today also and something similar happened to me recently.  I felt kind of bad, but then not anymore for reasons I won’t say because they will probably read this and get mad for me telling their business even though no one would even know who or what it was.  They’re kind of cool at times, so I don’t want them mad at me…although they are probably mad at me anyway.  Whatever…  Cheers!

~Teh Frank(Mattual Protocol)

So today at work, I was sweeping the floor and all that good stuff and Big Boss is like yelling and crap.  She does this all the time, at least three times a day, but around this time it is usually about her “loser” of a “boyfriend.”  So I’m all like “What’s wrong, Big Boss?” (Because I’m always acting like I’m worried about my female co-workers and all that.  It’s not that it’s not true, though) She’s all like “The door won’t $#(*$&( lock.  This %$&# couldn’t have been like this just today.”  Then she starts to call Little Boss.  I walk up and try to fix it to cut Little Boss some slack, but that mess is screwed.  I somehow get it to “lock” but it’s just my luck that the door wasn’t closed, lol.  Then, it wouldn’t unlock, so I guess its a good thing that it wasn’t closed.

I was against it, but Big Boss really wanted to do it; we took apart the lock… Yeah, it wouldn’t go back together easily either…as you would expect.  I had to go get my POWERFUL flashlight and everything.  People would walk by and because of the caliber of my flashlight…it’s a Maglight, son…it really looked like I was doing some hardcore work.  Because I’m used to doing things by myself, I had it between my shoulder and head to position it directly on the lock and I know people were like “Oh snap, that’s a real man.”  Ladies were slipping me their numbers, but I paid it no mind; I was on a mission.  One of my co-workers offered to hold the Maglight though.  Since we were closed now, it wouldn’t injure my manliness any.

Finally we got the lock back together and Big Boss was still cursing and all this, trying to get Bigger Boss on the phone so he could find someone to fix it.  He was talking nonsense like he was some kind of handyman of my caliber.  Dude better get real.  Anyways, I did one last thing to the lock, then walked inside to check and see which way the other door’s lock turned. Big Boss turned the lock again and OH SNAP, that ho was fixed.  She wanted to check to see if it was fixed or not, but I was like “hecks naws, check that mess in the morning.”  Its better to have it broken again during work hours than during off hours, right?  I almost got free hours, but I guess destiny was against me today… Cheers~

~Teh Frank(Handyman of the Year…All Day)

6 years of trying to be like a normal person and it was obviously a failure.  I’m done with that now.  Going back to the school/work then home routine.  There’s no reason for me to go anywhere else.  I have everything I need in my room.  The darkness is a much better place for me anyway.  Cheers~

Teh Frank(The Cake Was A Lie)

Wrote this in my second year in college.  I rushed it because I didn’t know we had to turn it in and I was just online looking at stuff.  She apparently loved it and said I should consider taking a creative writing class(which I didn’t).  I showed some other people at first reluctantly and they like it also, so I showed a few others.  I don’t know, but whatever.  This is the only poem I ever typed out.

The Gift

Hand-picked for that special someone

A binding agreement it seems to be

Wonderful ‘cause only you and He

Can know and share this special treat

To bear the burden, one given by God

To choose your path, make your own creed

Wonderful ‘cause you choose it not me

It is for you, this special treat

How to use it, for good or evil

The path you choose determines your feat

Wonderful ‘cause your freedom is free

A gift from God, your special treat