Current mood:	calm
Current music:	Origa - Inner Universe

How to speak when you have nothing to say at all
I feel myself falling into this nameless motony that is entirely unescapable. Some call it the 9-5 grind. I could only be so lucky as to stir at 7 or 8 am and go to my well paying job for 8 hours and return home. In the stead of that I decided to take the most disgusting job I've ever worked and i tell them i can work whenever, Now i work 40-50 hours a week (80-100 biweekly) making 9$ an hour to dead with what can only be referred to homocide of animals (Pics forthcoming- freezer, fish dept (pre pull). I work overnights- with a useless manager, who is not being paid salary so rather than worrying about getting us out of there when the work is completed We're there consistantly until 5am, working overstock.(pics forthcoming). My existence seems to be on a as necessary basis.

Allow me to speak for a moment about the heirarchy of petco so all who read may be informed as the the wonderful management We have at local store 2707.(Hanover Ma).

To begin my tyraid I will start at the top. Our genral manager Darryl sampson (no he doesn't deserve a capital letter even for grammer's sake) is the everyday acidic boss that we're all used to from working years in retail. He tries far too hard to be a friend to everyone while he's around... heres my personal favorite quote. " (mike and I are stocking iams dog food enter darryl from a conjoining aisle)
darryl "what up bro" (to both mike and i, mike and i glace at eachother like WTF?!)
Me "Just stocking"
Darryl "Cool Cool dog, can you go spot mop the store?"
Me "ya, and i'm not your dog."
darryl "..." (exit stage left)
glance at mike "what the fuck was that?" reply " i don't know".
1. He speaks down to all of the regular associates who save his ass on a regular basis. I've stayed there 11-14 hours to clean/prep/hide stuff before a vip (company exec.) comes for a visit the following morning. not because i want to, solely because i need the money. Some of the finer things Darryl has done since I joined petco.
a green cloud developed in the 90gal wave focal cichlid tank. for those us who are familiar with fish we know that this is not algae, it responds to light and other stimuli like it, however it is a single cell protoza that resists algae meds. rather than consulting his companion animal specialist (at that time it was someone no longer employed by the company) who could have better diagnosed the issue he goes and double treats the cichlid tank for algae. This increases the level of nitrates in the tank to a level that causes the cichlids slime coat to wear somewhat thin and become very very susceptable to ick which is a fish based illness. Darryl notices this and the green cloud gets far far worse, algae infestation begins in the tank at this point due to the top flourescent being left on too often allowing perfect conditions for algae bloom (heat, moisture, nitrates,stress(increased amount of waste) etc. )

continued in part 2 of the saga..... tommorrow same time same place.
~s9~

p.s.
Today was ... well yesterday was... another fucking wonderful day of hell at petco, josh managing... I closed fish/reptiles and iso/adoption... about halfway through Iso i noticed a weird red dot formation on the back of my left hand... Not knowing where it cam from or why it itched I did what any sensable person would do. I grabbed the bleach for cleaning fish supplies and dumped it over my hand and enjoyed the pending chemical burn. As of this morning there is no lasting infection / burn, So i suppose i did well... Should this be a regular thing at your job?