I'm just going straight back to bed, dammit
WHY ARE THERE SO MANY IDIOTS IN MY INBOX? They come in waves or something. People getting touchy about the mildest comments from me, WTF. I'm just deleting comments left and right because I. am. not. in the mood!
And why is my moocher bum of a garbage disposal sibling still around, eating our food? She told me today that I act as if the fact that I'm the only person in the house with a job, "entitles me to everything."
Note that she said this because she finds it "annoying" that I shower and eat late at night. Because I disturb her sleep.
1. I close the store every night I work. I don't get home until 11 p.m. or later.
2. SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO GET UP FOR ANYTHING!
Please universe, wipe her off the face of the earth.
Yesterday I was SO sick to my stomach at work that I spent most of the day trying not to pass out from the pain. I think it was the 2000mgs or so of Advil that I had to take on Saturday. Normally that amount of Advil only gives me a slight stomachache, but I suppose being sick on top of things upset my system more than usual.
At one point on till I literally almost crapped my pants. SUCH A GREAT FUCKING FEELING, nearly messing your pants in public at the age of 23.
Unfortunately, I couldn't go home because two people had already called in sick, and the guy who was on spare is a selfish jackass who wouldn't even answer his phone. And ONE of those people who called in is the Boss's Daughter, who WAS NOT THAT SICK the night before. I talked to her on the phone Saturday night, and she was fine. And she KNEW I should have gone home on Saturday to start with.
But with everyone coming down ill, which one of us had the goddamn decency to show up for work the next day?!
She even came into the mall to pick up a burrito with hot sauce in it(!) and her iPod (which she left behind the night before). Listening to the phony manufactured scratchy voice that she DIDN'T have the night before was completely the last straw. I felt like such crap anyway - I left all the Sunday cleaning for rail undone. Let that bitch do two weeks worth next week.
Boss Lady, thankfully, called me at noon today and said to stay home. Which is good, because my cold has rebounded on top of it all, and I've been coughing up a fucking lung. I wasn't going to call in though, because I was pretty sure there weren't enough people to close the store tonight.
IF B.D. came in on her day off to cover my ass, I'll consider us even; but if my boss just left the store short-staffed tonight, then B.D. and I...are not speaking. I can be taken advantage of pretty easily because I forgive so easily. Everyone who actually cares much about me tells me this, and I know it, but I'm okay with that. I can be pushed SO FAR.
But there is still a line.
I'm seriously thinking about quitting this stupid job. I want to talk to my aunt about it first though, see what she thinks of how the store is going since she left.
Spent the whole day in bed, and that's pretty much where I think I should head back to. Night, Livejournal.
And why is my moocher bum of a garbage disposal sibling still around, eating our food? She told me today that I act as if the fact that I'm the only person in the house with a job, "entitles me to everything."
Note that she said this because she finds it "annoying" that I shower and eat late at night. Because I disturb her sleep.
1. I close the store every night I work. I don't get home until 11 p.m. or later.
2. SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO GET UP FOR ANYTHING!
Please universe, wipe her off the face of the earth.
Yesterday I was SO sick to my stomach at work that I spent most of the day trying not to pass out from the pain. I think it was the 2000mgs or so of Advil that I had to take on Saturday. Normally that amount of Advil only gives me a slight stomachache, but I suppose being sick on top of things upset my system more than usual.
At one point on till I literally almost crapped my pants. SUCH A GREAT FUCKING FEELING, nearly messing your pants in public at the age of 23.
Unfortunately, I couldn't go home because two people had already called in sick, and the guy who was on spare is a selfish jackass who wouldn't even answer his phone. And ONE of those people who called in is the Boss's Daughter, who WAS NOT THAT SICK the night before. I talked to her on the phone Saturday night, and she was fine. And she KNEW I should have gone home on Saturday to start with.
But with everyone coming down ill, which one of us had the goddamn decency to show up for work the next day?!
She even came into the mall to pick up a burrito with hot sauce in it(!) and her iPod (which she left behind the night before). Listening to the phony manufactured scratchy voice that she DIDN'T have the night before was completely the last straw. I felt like such crap anyway - I left all the Sunday cleaning for rail undone. Let that bitch do two weeks worth next week.
Boss Lady, thankfully, called me at noon today and said to stay home. Which is good, because my cold has rebounded on top of it all, and I've been coughing up a fucking lung. I wasn't going to call in though, because I was pretty sure there weren't enough people to close the store tonight.
IF B.D. came in on her day off to cover my ass, I'll consider us even; but if my boss just left the store short-staffed tonight, then B.D. and I...are not speaking. I can be taken advantage of pretty easily because I forgive so easily. Everyone who actually cares much about me tells me this, and I know it, but I'm okay with that. I can be pushed SO FAR.
But there is still a line.
I'm seriously thinking about quitting this stupid job. I want to talk to my aunt about it first though, see what she thinks of how the store is going since she left.
Spent the whole day in bed, and that's pretty much where I think I should head back to. Night, Livejournal.