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so working at the liquor store has pretty much been my summer job the last couple of years, and it usually works out fine since the summer months are usually busy enough to need another person. plus, the full-time employees want vacation weeks, of course, which makes someone like me perfect to fill in. i don't really go on vacations or... do anything. :|
this summer, though, i decided May was going to be my mental health month! recharge, spend my free time catching up on everything i set aside while during the school year, practice driving, maybe even think up a vacation-type thing... and that's not a strange thing; the store doesn't get too busy until the end of May, anyway. i also gave boss lady fair warning by saying that i'd be available come June. but what happens? she's contacted me three more times already, asking me if i can work parts of May, and i keep saying i'm busy, i'm busy, i'm busy, and yet she keeps asking like i haven't already told her i'm occupied. okay, i get it, you feel like you need extra help, and technically i don't have plans set in stone, like non-refundable cruise tickets or a funeral (or a kayaking trip or a sister's grad to go to like the other employees), but seriously! i'm not even technically on the schedule yet. why do i have to feel guilty if i want to do stuff when the problem is that the other girls have booked off these times in May? just from how the conversations have been going, i feel like bossy lady's annoyed with me.
i know, i know, i should just pitch in. i'm the summer substitute, spoiled brat should stfu and be grateful for a job, i could use the money, etc. but... ugh. i don't know. maybe i am being a bitch, but it's like because they think i don't have a life for all the summers i spent doing nothing, i should come running when called and any plans i do make are negligible. at the same time, yeah, that totally sounds a little arrogant for a part-timer who could easily be replaced. yet having to go straight from a depressing semester to a depressing job? i... would rather eat rusty nails, despite the fact that this is real life and i should really get used to it. i wanted to do something fun this summer, something i actually want to do, only now i feel crappy.
blah.
this summer, though, i decided May was going to be my mental health month! recharge, spend my free time catching up on everything i set aside while during the school year, practice driving, maybe even think up a vacation-type thing... and that's not a strange thing; the store doesn't get too busy until the end of May, anyway. i also gave boss lady fair warning by saying that i'd be available come June. but what happens? she's contacted me three more times already, asking me if i can work parts of May, and i keep saying i'm busy, i'm busy, i'm busy, and yet she keeps asking like i haven't already told her i'm occupied. okay, i get it, you feel like you need extra help, and technically i don't have plans set in stone, like non-refundable cruise tickets or a funeral (or a kayaking trip or a sister's grad to go to like the other employees), but seriously! i'm not even technically on the schedule yet. why do i have to feel guilty if i want to do stuff when the problem is that the other girls have booked off these times in May? just from how the conversations have been going, i feel like bossy lady's annoyed with me.
i know, i know, i should just pitch in. i'm the summer substitute, spoiled brat should stfu and be grateful for a job, i could use the money, etc. but... ugh. i don't know. maybe i am being a bitch, but it's like because they think i don't have a life for all the summers i spent doing nothing, i should come running when called and any plans i do make are negligible. at the same time, yeah, that totally sounds a little arrogant for a part-timer who could easily be replaced. yet having to go straight from a depressing semester to a depressing job? i... would rather eat rusty nails, despite the fact that this is real life and i should really get used to it. i wanted to do something fun this summer, something i actually want to do, only now i feel crappy.
blah.