Screw it

Oct 28, 2006 20:32

I am so incredibly close to quitting.  I probably just should, but I'm too freaking stupid to actually do it.  Or maybe I'm just a coward, which..I'm pretty sure I am too.  Work completely and utterly sucked.  It just did.  We worked an entire extra hour because freaking Leslie didn't want to come into work.  That's total crap.  I am so sick of these people calling in "sick" or "they don't have a ride" 30 minutes before they're supposed to come in so there's not enough time to try to call someone else.  It screws over the rest of us ten times now that they've cut it down to three people.  So now there's only two.

So I'm driving home and I'm supposed to go to this costume party at Round Table.  Honestly, I do want to go.  I don't like that I'm going to be super freaking late because my job sucks.  Mostly because it starts at 7.  By 7:30, you're lucky if there's pizza left.  It would be like 8:30 before I got there.  My parents were there too which already limits the amount of fun, I was hoping they weren't going since my mom didn't want to, but they did.  So my dad calls and wants to know where I am, and I told him that work went long.  Well, a little later, I called him back when I got home to ask if there was any pizza left and he tells me a few slices, which really..isn't any indication, how much is a few?  So I said I wasn't sure that I wanted to come, but I do want to come.  Then I asked again, hoping to get a better answer after all I ORDER THE SAME PIZZA EVERY TIME WE GO OUT HE KNOWS WHAT I LIKE.  He gives me a smartass responce.  I snapped at him, saying that I had a really crappy day at work, give me a break.  To my dad, that means it's time to get angry and snap back, not realize that maybe the person who really did have a crappy day at work didn't want to hear a smartass responce.  Wow..logic.  So this gets me even more upset because I've already had not just old people bitching at me, but the really sweet people I feel really bad about because while the irratating people are bitching, I can't get to them.  And then there's this.  So screw it.

Naturally, now I feel bad about not going.  Because I wanted to see my friends from church that I haven't seen for two months.  I wanted to go in my costume that I'm rather proud of.  Now it's too late.

I hate people.  I hate this week.  I need a giant sign that says "IF YOU TALK TO ME, I WILL BITE OFF YOUR HEAD FOR NO REASON AT ALL"

work: retirement home, rant

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