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I have had a pretty fucking miserable weekend. Aside from Mom pulling her usual bullshit, I had to work five more hours than I was scheduled for.
Normally this would not have been a bad thing, especially since three of those hours ended up being during the week I had only 23 hours scheduled. It helped, along with picking up someone else's shift, kick me over 30 hours. Oh, no, the bad thing was that these hours ended up on a hell of a weekend where all the crazy-ass, stupid, selfish, whiny customers who EXPECT us to bend over and KISS their asses came out to play.
Those five extra hours had to be worked on a bare minimum of sleep. Saturday night I was too worked up to fall asleep properly and even though it was a decent length of time that I slept that bad sleep in, it was still bad sleep. The fact that I was at the boyfriend's totally made up for it.
But on Sunday I wasn't at the boyfriend's, and let me tell you, four hours of shitty sleep is pretty much as good as no sleep at all. That was the day I ended up two hours over, because of a single customer who has pulled the same bullshit before and had the audacity to act like she didn't know exactly what she was doing and then act all sweet to us like none of us were giving her the dirty looks that said everything we aren't allowed to say.
It looks like my week isn't going to get any better.
There's no fucking food in the house. I'm starving. I have no money. My site is being a bitch. I would really really really really like to kill someone right now.
Oh, yeah- I'm also tired as shit, but I can't get to sleep, because little pissy things keep getting me riled up so that sleep just WON'T COME.
Normally this would not have been a bad thing, especially since three of those hours ended up being during the week I had only 23 hours scheduled. It helped, along with picking up someone else's shift, kick me over 30 hours. Oh, no, the bad thing was that these hours ended up on a hell of a weekend where all the crazy-ass, stupid, selfish, whiny customers who EXPECT us to bend over and KISS their asses came out to play.
Those five extra hours had to be worked on a bare minimum of sleep. Saturday night I was too worked up to fall asleep properly and even though it was a decent length of time that I slept that bad sleep in, it was still bad sleep. The fact that I was at the boyfriend's totally made up for it.
But on Sunday I wasn't at the boyfriend's, and let me tell you, four hours of shitty sleep is pretty much as good as no sleep at all. That was the day I ended up two hours over, because of a single customer who has pulled the same bullshit before and had the audacity to act like she didn't know exactly what she was doing and then act all sweet to us like none of us were giving her the dirty looks that said everything we aren't allowed to say.
It looks like my week isn't going to get any better.
There's no fucking food in the house. I'm starving. I have no money. My site is being a bitch. I would really really really really like to kill someone right now.
Oh, yeah- I'm also tired as shit, but I can't get to sleep, because little pissy things keep getting me riled up so that sleep just WON'T COME.