I haven't been to this journal for the longest time. Anyhow, I'm just was wondering yesterday why I left Disney for this crap of a job. Ok, it's alright and yes, I've finally been promoted to cashier but!! why does this job still suck to me? Actually, the only real complaints I have about HEB are that they should learn to care for us a little bit more. Well, at least that's how it's at this location. I have sucky ass days don't get me wrong, but yesterday must've been one of the worse days I've had in a long time. First of all, I was to go in at 5:30 to 11:30. Can't complain about this scedule anymore since I hate mornings due to the texas heat. Anyhow, one of our ccm's called me at 10am in the morning, woke me up and asked if I can go in earlier at 3:30. Sure, I have no problem with that. I did just sleep at 7am but that's cool, I still have some time to sleep in a few more and what not. I started to get these really bad stomach aches and my best friend decided to take me across to matamoros to get myself checked out. This was at 1pm and I still had time before I went to work. We got out of the doctors at 2:30 and so I had to go in at 3:30 so it was alright. I got to work and I wanted to eat and have sometime to rest and take my pills with food and whatnot. So I get there and ask the ccm that called me if I can go in at 4pm instead of 3:30 and I explained my ordeal with my stomach and I just wanted to rest and eat and stuff. But he was like well, we're very short right now so just no. WHAT!? UGH! That pissed the fuck out of me. It's bad enough that I agreed to come in at 3:30, the fucker could've at least let me take care of myself before going into work. So yeah, I ended up eating fast, taking the pills and going into work at 3:35 ~_~ Bastards. That's not the only time that happened to me. About 3 months ago, I called in telling them that I had just gotten into a car crash and that I wasn't going to be able to make it and they're like, take some time to rest and come in 3 hours. I was like wtf? Excuse me, I'm not going in period. I didn't jeez!!! Car crash!!? Hello. Anyhow, so yeah, I got into work, started to do baskets and well I went in at 3:30 and stayed my whole shift till 11:30. Or that's what I thought. I ended up staying there in the fucking parking lot collecting baskets till 12:30 because the partner before me didn't pick up that many baskets and guess what, she was able to leave at 11:30. That was the time I was supposed to leave. Noone went out there to check if I needed help and believe me, when 11:30 starts rolling around, it's pretty dead. Partners start to walk around out of thier boxes and start mingling with the other partners. The ccm in charge was also playing around by bouncing some balls to other partners. Noone went to check on me and noone bothered to help me. I was out there for a long time. I suppose it's my fault for not going into the store and bitching at them but oh well, I had a sucky ass day. Lot's of favoritism in this store. Do you all go through this sometimes? Sorry for the long rant. I sure do complain a lot.