I'm nice and insulated back here now, so I don't hear much of the skuddlebutt about what's going on, but Tinkerbell and Mr. Peabody were borrowed by Toyland today, and found out that Toyland in this warehouse is shutting down in September. Now, management hasn't given us our lay-off date yet, but we all thought, or assumed, that we'd have to make it through Toyland's Christmas rush before The End. Hmmmm.
And Satinlady called me over the weekend, wanting to hear all about how her past tormenters were losing their jobs. Her gloating wasn't charming, but I can certainly understand it. She wanted to know what Badseed was gonna do, and I kept trying to yell, WHO $*^%(#@ CARES?????? as long as she's away from you but I was too tired. And Satinlady has a way of enforcing the one-way conversation rule.
As much as people have bitterly complained about their jobs in this place, there are some who are getting choked up about leaving. I've heard, "I'll miss the people," and I feel bad and strange that I don't feel that way at all. I know I never tried to cross anyone, and that there were once people there who I genuinely enjoyed working with, but they left a long time ago, during the first lay-offs. I've missed a couple of those people very much--it's been lonely and unpleasant without them.
The warehouse is up for sale, and it feels like it; there are all kinds of suited men walking in and out of the building, scoping the place out.
And, even though we all know that this is the eleventh hour, there are still people gettin' pissed off and worked up about stuff. It was just last week that Tinkerbell thought that The Queen, our workleader, was wrongly blaming her for something, and as soon as she was out near her locker, the kid screamed, I KNEW SHE'D BLAME ME, BECAUSE SHE'S A F---ING B&TCH!
Youza, Tinkerbell, once more with enthusiasm, okay? Let the whole warehouse in on it. It doesn't matter, she can say whatever she wants, because her parents are both workleaders over at the sister warehouse, where Tinkerbell will be returning. Favoritism--it makes the world go 'round. And she's a friend of Badseed's too. I suspect they will both transfer and cause woe--somewhere away from me.
Another broken Los Angeles lighthouse. Let's see: that's fourteen busted LAHA's today.