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Fucking worked 31 hours in the past 4 days.
I'm fucking so cranky.
I need fucking sleep but theres no fucking time.
On friday I worked a 10 hour shift straight with no break.
I'm getting used to this 7+ hour shifts with no break.
Yes I know, I am entitled to breaks but when it comes around to my break time it gets busy and so I'm not allowed to leave. ARG.
The only thing good that's happened this week is that I got a letter for an appointment with the CM peeps from RMIT this week. Yeh, thanks a lot... gimme barely a week to prepare. *sarcasm*
I haven't seen anyone in like forever. I saw B on friday but that was nothing... sort of a wave. X___O;
I'm getting sick because I'm stressed out. My work promotes smiley happiness and my boss today had to keep reminding me to smile. I've become a Berocca addict and that didn't even help today. I haven't had to really deal with difficult customers until I worked here. I've had my head bit off twice and I sort of went into shock. WTF? I just wanted to throw my knife at one of them and yell You have no right to speak to me in such a manner. Fuck up. but I had to smile and bear it. I have to be nice and understanding. Fucking noone understands that I'm working 6 days a week, running on 5 hours of sleep and 2 meals a day do they??? The least they could do is be a little nicer. AAAARRRGGGGGGG!!!!!
I'm just upset. No recharge time = exhausted me. I'm working Monday, Wednesday through to Sunday. I want to cry and throw a tantrum like a small child. I really don't know how people can work more then 2 jobs. Honestly I don't. I'm working 5 days at Healthy Habit.... "part-time" and in the past 3 days I've worked almost 24 hours for them PLUS another 7.5 hours at the Tattersalls place.
I'm mainly upset because I asked for Saturday off or be let off early and my boss said no. I've been looking forward to this Saturday for a few weeks and now I got fucked over. Last week I worked when I really badly wanted to go see Thirsty Merc at The Forum but kept telling myself... Saturday. Btw, sorry Elise ;____;
Yeh yeh I know I'm getting repetitive.
EDIT//
I just remembered. My mum is starting to really get to me again. She doesn't trust me and keeps opening my mail. X@ Fucking, it makes me want to move out and not go VN.
I'm fucking so cranky.
I need fucking sleep but theres no fucking time.
On friday I worked a 10 hour shift straight with no break.
I'm getting used to this 7+ hour shifts with no break.
Yes I know, I am entitled to breaks but when it comes around to my break time it gets busy and so I'm not allowed to leave. ARG.
The only thing good that's happened this week is that I got a letter for an appointment with the CM peeps from RMIT this week. Yeh, thanks a lot... gimme barely a week to prepare. *sarcasm*
I haven't seen anyone in like forever. I saw B on friday but that was nothing... sort of a wave. X___O;
I'm getting sick because I'm stressed out. My work promotes smiley happiness and my boss today had to keep reminding me to smile. I've become a Berocca addict and that didn't even help today. I haven't had to really deal with difficult customers until I worked here. I've had my head bit off twice and I sort of went into shock. WTF? I just wanted to throw my knife at one of them and yell You have no right to speak to me in such a manner. Fuck up. but I had to smile and bear it. I have to be nice and understanding. Fucking noone understands that I'm working 6 days a week, running on 5 hours of sleep and 2 meals a day do they??? The least they could do is be a little nicer. AAAARRRGGGGGGG!!!!!
I'm just upset. No recharge time = exhausted me. I'm working Monday, Wednesday through to Sunday. I want to cry and throw a tantrum like a small child. I really don't know how people can work more then 2 jobs. Honestly I don't. I'm working 5 days at Healthy Habit.... "part-time" and in the past 3 days I've worked almost 24 hours for them PLUS another 7.5 hours at the Tattersalls place.
I'm mainly upset because I asked for Saturday off or be let off early and my boss said no. I've been looking forward to this Saturday for a few weeks and now I got fucked over. Last week I worked when I really badly wanted to go see Thirsty Merc at The Forum but kept telling myself... Saturday. Btw, sorry Elise ;____;
Yeh yeh I know I'm getting repetitive.
EDIT//
I just remembered. My mum is starting to really get to me again. She doesn't trust me and keeps opening my mail. X@ Fucking, it makes me want to move out and not go VN.