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I haven't posted in two months and the easiest way to explain it is to start from the beginning.
In June there were my exams so clearly I was busy. I started working full-time as a summerjob at the post office where I usually just have 10-12 hours a week. I'm not sure I've elaborated before but my co-workers range from the incredibly lonely and annoying to the bitter and very mean, all of them with abusive tendencies. So 37 hours a week stuck with them was already hell.
Then... Friday about two weeks ago, my only friend there got held up at knife point for about 300USD. She and everyone else there that day were of course too freaked to come back so we got hit by 4 sickleaves all at once. Being a good trooper and I'd even say just a normal human being capable of understanding, I tried to help and worked extra-shifts. My colleagues on the other hand couldn't handle the "stress" and called in sick, one at a time (four of them), each on a different day. Every morning, I'd come and someone else had given us the finger and decided to stay home. One of them even had the nerve to call and say she was calling in sick until her vacation. I hung up on her.
All this while our boss was on vacation (still is) and basically his replacements didn't know enough to reign them in. I'd also like to add that we had temps for the one who'd been involved in the robbery and I pretty much took on most of the extra work while they had 3 cigaret breaks per hour and refused point-blank to do more work than usual.
So there we are, cruelly understaffed and my friend decides she can come back to work. To face her fears and all that jazz, and cause we're understaffed she ends up back in the register tending customers. First day was great actually, the two of us basically handled all the problems (people calling up and yelling at you cause the slackers hadn't done their jobs right, etc.) and we all thought the atmosphere was so much lighter without the others who thrive on chronic stress. If there isn't enough, they'll create it and drama to go with.
Right, so first day, second day, and on Wednesday, just before closing, my friend got held up by a junkie-looking woman who held a syringe to her arm and threatened to stick her if she didn't give her money.
We've both been on sickleave since, had talks with the psychologist and the fact that I'm even posting tells me I'm getting better. It was mostly like getting clubbed over the head and I have been sooo tired. I still am but it's gotten better. Suffices to say my SGA Bigbang story is still on my computer awaiting final touches. I got out of the haze just in time to see the deadline'd passed and it's been weighing on me ever since.
ticklie kindly passed on writing J/T so I could so I'm definitely going to finish the story. I'll post it around the same time the site will go live but it won't be part of the actual challenge. Sorry.
I'm stil sleeping a LOT and have gotten a bit too fond of lounging around my apartment so I may not be around anytime soon but you guys take care. XOXO :)
PS: My mom just called to tell me my cousin's coming from Africa with her 5 kids in three days and looking around, the house is a total mess! The workers are still working on two bathrooms and... I'm starting to wonder what kind of karma I had in my last life!