*headdesk*
Today was NOT a good day.
It started yesterday with an e-mail from my supervisor asking if I could come in today to finish the work that would've been finished if they weren't having me do the jobs of 2 people. But, pissed off, I say okay anyway. I mean I could've said no, but it was heavily hinted that I shouldn't.
So I set my alarm last night and fall asleep. It goes off and I'm still half asleep, but I thought it was because I'd gone to bed around midnight and it was now 6:30. But whatev. I roll out of bed, throw on jeans, not even bothering with a bra (because I was, basically, going to be the only one there), and wearing the sweatshirt I'd slept in, I left.
And it's snowing.
SIGH
I'm grumbling and wondering why the hell it's so dark out when I, as I'm brushing off my window, look at the clock in my car. It says 5:45. I'm like, wtf? I must've hit the hour button when I turned the rear defroster on. I shrug it off, get in the car and creep down the road. But half way to work, something's bugging me. It's too dark, there are hardly any cars on the road (and there should've been a few more even at 6:30 on a Saturday) and that clock is bugging me. So I pull out my cell phone and cuss like a fucking sailor.
My car clock had been right. It WAS 5:45 in the fucking morning. My alarm clock is a plug n' go meaning you set the time zone and it sets it self, no fiddling with the hours and minutes, am/pm. I thought I was being so smart. HA! Apparently I somehow set it to Eastern time last night and it woke me up at 6:30, but on the east coast not in the Midwest.
And it was snowing heavy enough to make the roads trecherous for spinouts and fishtails. Oh I was pissed. To top it all off, I was out there because of fucking work. I was hopping. Not only that, but when I got home I had to do more work, the work I originally took home with me on top of going in.
I knew this yesterday when my supervisor e-mailed me to come in tomorrow ("Um, yeah... we're going to need you to come in on Saturday" and I kid you not, we really do have TPS reports), but this morning just confirmed it: I have to quit. I've been dying to quit for nearly a year now, but I mean I really really need to get out of that job. It's turning me into some bitter shriveled up person that I hate. It's leeching all the happiness inside me and it's hard for me to really laugh anymore. God, I can't even remember the last time I laughed so hard I cried. And I'm snapping at everyone, at my mom, the co-workers I like as well as the ones I hate. I'm this bitter mocking person and I don't like that. I need to get out of there. I have to.
On a funnier note, I took this last night. It's a running store, but honestly... what would possess a person to think that those two words together would actually get business? If you're going to name it after someone, Rick Pond or Richard Pond, but Dick Pond? C'mon!
It started yesterday with an e-mail from my supervisor asking if I could come in today to finish the work that would've been finished if they weren't having me do the jobs of 2 people. But, pissed off, I say okay anyway. I mean I could've said no, but it was heavily hinted that I shouldn't.
So I set my alarm last night and fall asleep. It goes off and I'm still half asleep, but I thought it was because I'd gone to bed around midnight and it was now 6:30. But whatev. I roll out of bed, throw on jeans, not even bothering with a bra (because I was, basically, going to be the only one there), and wearing the sweatshirt I'd slept in, I left.
And it's snowing.
SIGH
I'm grumbling and wondering why the hell it's so dark out when I, as I'm brushing off my window, look at the clock in my car. It says 5:45. I'm like, wtf? I must've hit the hour button when I turned the rear defroster on. I shrug it off, get in the car and creep down the road. But half way to work, something's bugging me. It's too dark, there are hardly any cars on the road (and there should've been a few more even at 6:30 on a Saturday) and that clock is bugging me. So I pull out my cell phone and cuss like a fucking sailor.
My car clock had been right. It WAS 5:45 in the fucking morning. My alarm clock is a plug n' go meaning you set the time zone and it sets it self, no fiddling with the hours and minutes, am/pm. I thought I was being so smart. HA! Apparently I somehow set it to Eastern time last night and it woke me up at 6:30, but on the east coast not in the Midwest.
And it was snowing heavy enough to make the roads trecherous for spinouts and fishtails. Oh I was pissed. To top it all off, I was out there because of fucking work. I was hopping. Not only that, but when I got home I had to do more work, the work I originally took home with me on top of going in.
I knew this yesterday when my supervisor e-mailed me to come in tomorrow ("Um, yeah... we're going to need you to come in on Saturday" and I kid you not, we really do have TPS reports), but this morning just confirmed it: I have to quit. I've been dying to quit for nearly a year now, but I mean I really really need to get out of that job. It's turning me into some bitter shriveled up person that I hate. It's leeching all the happiness inside me and it's hard for me to really laugh anymore. God, I can't even remember the last time I laughed so hard I cried. And I'm snapping at everyone, at my mom, the co-workers I like as well as the ones I hate. I'm this bitter mocking person and I don't like that. I need to get out of there. I have to.
On a funnier note, I took this last night. It's a running store, but honestly... what would possess a person to think that those two words together would actually get business? If you're going to name it after someone, Rick Pond or Richard Pond, but Dick Pond? C'mon!