We are never ever ever getting back together* (srsly ihu all)
I got off work at 1:30 today and I actually have tomorrow off, but I am sitting here all a giant ball of anxiety, checking my phone every few minutes for work problems I'd need to fix. Even though my supervisor is there with the new people right now so it *should* be fine. But nothing about this entire week that was *supposed* to be fine has actually been fine. Seriously though. It's move ins. We have been doing this for fucking how long now? How do you fail at this process so hard still, it is a yearly thing? And why the fuck does it come down to me making judgment calls? Your student workers should noooot have to be making these judgment calls. And staying way past closing. And coming in hours before opening. And clocking out so as not to go over hours, but still working because all the professional full time workers aren't here. Like, are you fucking kidding me?
On actual move-in day, we should all just call in sick because fuck you.
basically, I am stressed to hell and you can also tell because my face broke out six ways to hell and it's lovely and not at all painful. ~wheee
So.
How about that lock-out?
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On actual move-in day, we should all just call in sick because fuck you.
basically, I am stressed to hell and you can also tell because my face broke out six ways to hell and it's lovely and not at all painful. ~wheee
So.
How about that lock-out?
This entry was originally posted at http://chaoticallyclev.dreamwidth.org/61785.html. Comment wherever you'd like.
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