How much more can I take?

Feb 27, 2013 22:44

Not much more would be the answer to that question.

I have a great weekend and then.....I go into work. I saw that I was working with the new guy Josh (why did his name have to be Josh?) anyway so that had me anxious enough. I don't know what he knows how to do. But it didn't matter because he wasn't fucking THERE!! He was supposed to be my other closer. He had a "family emergency" and Heather, who would have be my mid shifter till 5:30 went home "sick" at like 1. What the FUCK ever!!! So what does this mean? I was alone after 1:30 Ben and Quin left.

Ben sent me upstairs to talk to Rayshell the HR lady. I vented to here and she of course give me the same fucking speech, they must learn in HR school, that I get from all the LOD's too. "Just know that we really appreciate all that you do." You know what I saw to that? Why doesn't this get reflected into a huge raise? Sadly this will never happen. I'll get my same little 30 cents or whatever then fuck I'll get when I get my review.

No one there fucking cares! I fucking closed Bakery AND Deli last Friday night. Did I get any thanks for that? Nope. None. Zero. Nada.

I feel myself going into that same place I did with my old job. I don't look forward to going to work anymore. Every day a assume that something like today will happen. I normally look forward to Thursday nights, because I close with Carol, but she mad at me for some reason I don't know why. So I'm sure that I'll be closing alone tomorrow too AND I'll have Carol there who is being all weird.

I'm going for a third glass of wine, even though I shouldn't but I don't care.

bad day, wine

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