I need a new job...
The cooler is a hot, hot mess as per usual. I hate walking back there and discovering no ones even attempted to do anything in there. Its beyond frustrating to see shit like this happen because I have a day off and on that day off, we get a delivery and bam, everything in there goes to hell. Working overnights here has made me cranky and hateful, and long for the good old days of the sev and on occassion even the not so good days at Mickey D's. Here I feel like most days I give everything I can and no one gives a fuck, and the days I just have nothing left, everyones like "why aren't you doing anything?". I'm so fucking irate. I'm working myself up and god do I want to go to fucking blows right now, but I don't argue, I don't fight, I don't speak up for myself and I don't defend my side. I am fucking weak. I am fucking pathetic. I am an epic fail of BP-Gulf Coast disaster proportions, and I just want to Rip Van Winkle until I am dust and there is nothing fucking left.