Trying to follow Bobby McFerrin's advice...
...of "Don't Worry, Be Happy".
When my manager tells me "don't worry, you work next Sunday the 22nd", I assume I'm working next Sunday the 22nd. So when I come in to work the morning of the 22nd and a manager abruptly says "what are you doing here? You don't work today.", it's no longer a manner of "inconvenience". It's a matter of lying.
They must take me for a complete retard. This has happened so many times already. I'm fucking sick of it. It's not on. I don't give a shit. They obviously think "oh, she'll forget about it." No, I haven't forgotten. I got up to go to work this morning after being told I WAS GOING TO WORK THE 22ND. I get there and I'm told I was never on the schedule. No. That's a lie.
And then there's Tiger. It's very hard for him to walk now. If he walks too fast, he does a faceplant right on the floor because his front legs give out. If he gets up from sitting too fast, his back legs give out and he stumbles. Mom says she suspects the cancerous growth we once removed from under his ear has since metastasized and spread to other parts of his body, causing his severe weight loss and muscle deterioration. It's going to be two cats in four months. BOTH cats.
I must be in more of a mess than I previously thought I was. I'm developing scabs on my arms and under my hair on my scalp from nervous picking (a childhood habit that flares up especially when I'm stressed out), something I often catch myself doing because I do it subconsciously when I'm worried. I've also started picking at my face. I basically looked like I was wearing clown makeup to J's house last night because I was wearing so much concealer and foundation. There's this one real bad one under where my hair starts on the back of my neck, too. I've got to cut that shit out.
Speaking of J's house, I've been trying to get my mind off of recent matters (such as the ones mentioned above) by hanging with my local buddies a bit more. It does help, actually. I haven't laughed nearly as hard in a good long while as I did last night watching Pablo Francisco's "Mexican Music" skit and the YouTube Poop "Ash's Retarded Adventure" on J's Wii Internet Channel with the guys. Also, things relevant to my interests help.
I dunno. The warmer spring-y weather had my head up in the clouds for a while until work screwed me over again today and Tiger started falling over more. It's got me all nervous again. I hate that, because usually really nice weather makes me totally happy and bubbly. Now I'm just sort of apprehensive about stuff.
When my manager tells me "don't worry, you work next Sunday the 22nd", I assume I'm working next Sunday the 22nd. So when I come in to work the morning of the 22nd and a manager abruptly says "what are you doing here? You don't work today.", it's no longer a manner of "inconvenience". It's a matter of lying.
They must take me for a complete retard. This has happened so many times already. I'm fucking sick of it. It's not on. I don't give a shit. They obviously think "oh, she'll forget about it." No, I haven't forgotten. I got up to go to work this morning after being told I WAS GOING TO WORK THE 22ND. I get there and I'm told I was never on the schedule. No. That's a lie.
And then there's Tiger. It's very hard for him to walk now. If he walks too fast, he does a faceplant right on the floor because his front legs give out. If he gets up from sitting too fast, his back legs give out and he stumbles. Mom says she suspects the cancerous growth we once removed from under his ear has since metastasized and spread to other parts of his body, causing his severe weight loss and muscle deterioration. It's going to be two cats in four months. BOTH cats.
I must be in more of a mess than I previously thought I was. I'm developing scabs on my arms and under my hair on my scalp from nervous picking (a childhood habit that flares up especially when I'm stressed out), something I often catch myself doing because I do it subconsciously when I'm worried. I've also started picking at my face. I basically looked like I was wearing clown makeup to J's house last night because I was wearing so much concealer and foundation. There's this one real bad one under where my hair starts on the back of my neck, too. I've got to cut that shit out.
Speaking of J's house, I've been trying to get my mind off of recent matters (such as the ones mentioned above) by hanging with my local buddies a bit more. It does help, actually. I haven't laughed nearly as hard in a good long while as I did last night watching Pablo Francisco's "Mexican Music" skit and the YouTube Poop "Ash's Retarded Adventure" on J's Wii Internet Channel with the guys. Also, things relevant to my interests help.
I dunno. The warmer spring-y weather had my head up in the clouds for a while until work screwed me over again today and Tiger started falling over more. It's got me all nervous again. I hate that, because usually really nice weather makes me totally happy and bubbly. Now I'm just sort of apprehensive about stuff.