Sweet, buttered, half-eaten Jesus on toast
This week pretty much killed me.
Never again do I want to be the designated driver for Steve and Donnie. It took so much time out of my day and it made things a lot harder on me.
Diana is usually the one who totes Steve around to the main facility buildings while I spend the time taking care of the other facility buildings. She takes the week off to clean out her garage (hey guess what, she didn't even do it), work on her jeep and sell her motorcycle. To make things easier on us (yeah right), my little brother came up to help Steve work because he's--well--blind.
I drop them off in the morning and barely have enough time to make sure what buildings need what products before Steve calls and needs me to take them to another building. After I do that, I have to come in and help them finish and then take them to another building. I still need to visit two more buildings, gather shit up in the storeroom. I visit the third building and by the time I get to the parking lot of the last building, Steve calls and they're ready to go home. Then I have to take them back to the apartment and I got barely any work accomplished.
This was happening for the entire week. I'm putting in ten to thirteen hour shifts each day and only getting paid for six of them. Some of the buildings close really early so I don't have enough time to fill them up so I have to wait until the next day and listen to bitchy union workers indirectly yell at me about how they're favorite snacks have been sold out.
I DON'T FUCKING CARE! Eat something else you picky sons of bitches!
And when I get home, utterly exhausted, I still have to cook dinner or Donnie wants me to take him here, or Steve needs this. I can't fucking stand it!
I fucking swear if I have to hear Donnie complain one more time about the dog resting on his knee I'm going to start murdering babies, little brothers, guide dogs, and blind people!
NEVER AGAIN!
Never again do I want to be the designated driver for Steve and Donnie. It took so much time out of my day and it made things a lot harder on me.
Diana is usually the one who totes Steve around to the main facility buildings while I spend the time taking care of the other facility buildings. She takes the week off to clean out her garage (hey guess what, she didn't even do it), work on her jeep and sell her motorcycle. To make things easier on us (yeah right), my little brother came up to help Steve work because he's--well--blind.
I drop them off in the morning and barely have enough time to make sure what buildings need what products before Steve calls and needs me to take them to another building. After I do that, I have to come in and help them finish and then take them to another building. I still need to visit two more buildings, gather shit up in the storeroom. I visit the third building and by the time I get to the parking lot of the last building, Steve calls and they're ready to go home. Then I have to take them back to the apartment and I got barely any work accomplished.
This was happening for the entire week. I'm putting in ten to thirteen hour shifts each day and only getting paid for six of them. Some of the buildings close really early so I don't have enough time to fill them up so I have to wait until the next day and listen to bitchy union workers indirectly yell at me about how they're favorite snacks have been sold out.
I DON'T FUCKING CARE! Eat something else you picky sons of bitches!
And when I get home, utterly exhausted, I still have to cook dinner or Donnie wants me to take him here, or Steve needs this. I can't fucking stand it!
I fucking swear if I have to hear Donnie complain one more time about the dog resting on his knee I'm going to start murdering babies, little brothers, guide dogs, and blind people!
NEVER AGAIN!