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Warning: Pathetically Whiny and Bitchy
Jul. 30th, 2005 06:17 pmToday has sucked on so many levels its not funny; and its only 6pm. Today was the last day of this work week. This work week consisted of 50.47 hours upon clockout. So, today was the last eight hours of that. I am exhausted, totally and completely exhausted. I worked six days straight. Guess when my next day off is - one week from today. So come my next day off, I'll have worked twelve days straight, totally roughly one hundred hours. The only good thing is all those hours will end up on one paycheck, so I'll be able to afford new car insurance and Kyo's shots; the only good thing.
The last half hour of my shift today, the fucking lazy ass manager that I very much do not like, decides to reprimand me because I failed to say please to one of my coworkers when I asked them to get me a shake for the drive-thru I was working on. I almost always say please and thank you. What ticks me off is that not only did she reprimand me about this, but she did it in a flippant way over her shoulder as she was walking away from me. Come one now. If you're going to reprimand me on manners, have the fucking manners yourself to stop and look at me while you do so.
I don't know if it was the exhaustion of the long week, the blatant disrespect or what, but I felt myself tear up a little over it. Admitedly, despite how much I loathe crying, I tend to get way too teary-eyed for my tastes. I think I'm just way too sesnitive to tone of voice. Thank the gods I got to leave within ten minutes. I needed out of the damn building before I exploded in some fashion. As much as the lack of day off until Saturday sucks, at least I won;t have to deal with Lydia all week as we're loaning her to Westover. I seriously hope they'll move her to that store to fill the manager void there. Our store runs so much better when she's not working.
Right now I just want to curl up into a little ball and watch TV. Sadly I have no cable, so it's me rewatching dvds I own. Not too bad, but damnit, I'm supposed to be in Denver right now! I'm supposed to be at the Dragonboat Festival with Rachael and everyone else. I'm supposed to be there capable of seeing my raven-haired vixen. Monday I'm supposed to be in Colorado Springs to visit Sarah and Mykle. I'm supposed to actually meet Kat. Last Wednesday I was supposed to be crashing at Kenni's as is what I'm supposed to be doing Tuesday.
I'm not supposed to be in fucking Fairmont, WV being worked to death. Fucking credit card companies. At least now they have their blood money. They took out the last payment yesterday. I don't owe them one fucking penny now. And to top it all, I have a friend that left me a teary phone message about really needing to talk and I can't find her number for the life of me.
I can't wait for life to be kind to me again.
The last half hour of my shift today, the fucking lazy ass manager that I very much do not like, decides to reprimand me because I failed to say please to one of my coworkers when I asked them to get me a shake for the drive-thru I was working on. I almost always say please and thank you. What ticks me off is that not only did she reprimand me about this, but she did it in a flippant way over her shoulder as she was walking away from me. Come one now. If you're going to reprimand me on manners, have the fucking manners yourself to stop and look at me while you do so.
I don't know if it was the exhaustion of the long week, the blatant disrespect or what, but I felt myself tear up a little over it. Admitedly, despite how much I loathe crying, I tend to get way too teary-eyed for my tastes. I think I'm just way too sesnitive to tone of voice. Thank the gods I got to leave within ten minutes. I needed out of the damn building before I exploded in some fashion. As much as the lack of day off until Saturday sucks, at least I won;t have to deal with Lydia all week as we're loaning her to Westover. I seriously hope they'll move her to that store to fill the manager void there. Our store runs so much better when she's not working.
Right now I just want to curl up into a little ball and watch TV. Sadly I have no cable, so it's me rewatching dvds I own. Not too bad, but damnit, I'm supposed to be in Denver right now! I'm supposed to be at the Dragonboat Festival with Rachael and everyone else. I'm supposed to be there capable of seeing my raven-haired vixen. Monday I'm supposed to be in Colorado Springs to visit Sarah and Mykle. I'm supposed to actually meet Kat. Last Wednesday I was supposed to be crashing at Kenni's as is what I'm supposed to be doing Tuesday.
I'm not supposed to be in fucking Fairmont, WV being worked to death. Fucking credit card companies. At least now they have their blood money. They took out the last payment yesterday. I don't owe them one fucking penny now. And to top it all, I have a friend that left me a teary phone message about really needing to talk and I can't find her number for the life of me.
I can't wait for life to be kind to me again.
