I hate work.

[isa_anne]

It's not a good sign when working drives you to the brink of tears. I don't know what went wrong tonight. Everyone else manages to get everything done and get out between 10 and 10:30. I however didn't get out until 11:30. How is that possible? I know it was my first night closing alone, not to mention NOTHING was done when my precloser left at eight, but still. As I watched the minutes tick by on the clock I wanted to scream. It's not as if I don't work.. I mean I didn't take a break the whole time. I didn't eat, sit down, or go to the bathroom between 4 and 11:30. I think I was so nervous because I know that Rick is going to be in tomorrow morning. I really really hope that I don't get yelled at for anything. I know that I forgot to close the vents on top of the break racks, but i was half way home before I realized it. Hopefully only Sarah will notice that and Rick won't be able to write me up for it. I really hope that things got cleaned well enough. I've officially decided that I am a bad sweeper/mopper. The floor still looked dirty after I'd finished. So because I felt like such crap after leaving work I bought two Izee's when I stopped to pick up dog food for mom. So now I'm slowly beginning to relax as I sip my drink and forget about life through the wonders of mindless sitcoms (such as the Cosby Show).
Bo is coming over tomorrow morning, so I should probably go to bed. Hehe, but first I'm going to eat a piece of Toblerone and slip into a sweet chocolate enduced state of euphoria.