I thought that when you worked well, you got a raise, not more hours.
i about had a conniption fit the other day because i learned a short while before hand that my boss has scheduled me to work from thursday of this week to tuesday of next week without a day off. that's six days in a row. six days of working 1:30p - 9:30p*. thats practically the whole time im awake besides when i come home only to not be able to fall asleep so i watch 3 movies back to back in order to attempt to fall asleep. i learned this, and i immediately told the starbuckers who were working that i needed to go on a break. my 30 minute break did anything but relax me. it only gave me more time to think about how fucked up that situation is. i was on the brink of crying in front of the starbuckers at one point, and i'm one of those people who under no circumstances will i allow myself to show any emotional vulnerability unless i fully trust the other person. so for me to break like this at work with people i've only known for six months, is highly embarrassing. i. dont. break. i have no breaking point. i refuse to have a breaking point. i will be stretched thin and maneuver a way around breaking in front of strangers. so, that shows you exactly how furious i was.
and to top it off, there was only one person who could possibly under stretched circumstances cover any of those six days. and she is the only other closer, and she's been requesting less and less and less hours because she has commitments to a play (or maybe two!). So, the chances of her actually having one of those days available to cover a shift of mine is highly unlikely.
so basically i'm fucked. and there will not be a shred of positivity within me between thursday through next tuesday, for i'll be madder than a hatter, in more ways that one. i just hate getting screwed over and over and over and over and over. i'm flexible but i can only stretch so far before i snap. and i'm snapping.
i know some of you are probably saying "shut up! its just six days!" and i know, your probably right, it's not really as big of a deal. but like i said, the most days i ever work in a row is two, and i get pissy enough when i have to work three days in a row. so to go from two maybe three days in a row to six... well, it just exhausts me just thinking about it. i feel like i'm trapped in a cage, i go to work where they are stripping my priviledges thin enough, and i come home only to be confined in my room unable to fall asleep like the rest of the world, and then when i do go to bed, i wake up having to go back to my prison at Target. I feel like i'm suffocating, so to go through six days like that in a row is like giving me a death sentence.
i know. i dont know how the hell i'm ever going to get through life if this is giving me a headache. but if it makes you feel better, i've worried about this fact since i was thirteen... maybe younger. i've never had a work ethic, and faking it makes my stomach curl. its this idea of working for the rest of my life that's made me resent living, and has caused me a lot of heartache. it almost makes me despise the women who protested to work back in the 40's and 50's. what was so wrong about being a housewife? it sounds like luxury to me! ish.
"office space" is my anthem... i swear.
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* this is not exactly true, on Thursday, which i actually requested off btw, i'm opening, working from 5am to 1:30pm, because i'm going to the justin timberlake concert that afternoon, but noooooooooo, i couldn't have that day off. i'm only highly overworked compared to what i'm actually getting paid and i hardly ever request a day off or call in sick. does that sound unfair to you? because it sounds unbelievably unfair compared to what other people get away with.