another day
Work sucked today. I think it's just the mood. And the fact that today is my one check out shift out of the two weeks. And the fact that I was stuck down on register 22 all day. And I just didn't want to be there today. Sometimes work is tolerable, other times it's not. For the life of me, I couldn't remember how to deal with a nine hour check out shift. It went so slow. I had headaches. I didn't want to deal with customers. I just had a bad day. I was glad to go to lunch, but didn't want to go back because lunch is never long enough. I'm just thankful that today is over so that I won't have to do it for another two weeks.
At work we're on plastic bag rations. I thought it was some stupid company thing because the world seems to be going crazy about plastic bags lately, but apparently we only got sent a certain number of boxes for the week, and had to make do. We had 48 boxes for the week, which is about 6 boxes a day, and apparently we average around 9 a day. I just don't think the people who fill bag orders realise how it is to work in a supermarket packing groceries. We can't simply tell customers that we don't have bags to pack their groceries in because we weren't sent enough. Because someone doesn't realise how busy we get. Because we have served too many other customers who want their single bottle of milk in a bag so that their hand doesn't get cold. Or whatever. I survived the day on my bag rations (which was however many I needed because the boxes are stacked on the register next to 22), but it wasn't looking promising for the rest of the day. If worse comes to worse we can borrow bags off other shops; we've done it before. Or we could just tell the higher ups we need more bags. That would make more sense. I guess today I had a new found appreciation for green bags, because I didn't want to run out of plastic ones, but I still hate the goddamn things. Today was no exception.
Mark is sick. Last week when he went to the doctor they said he had a viral throat infection. He had two days off work. He has anti-nausea drugs. Now he is vomiting and just feels sick. He had today off work, and probably won't go tomorrow either. It could sound like he has end-of-the-week-itis, because he had last Thursday and Friday off too. That's funny. I just hope I don't get it. I really couldn't handle actually being sick as well. I had a headache all day today, but I know that was check out induced.
Mark bought me season four of House, and it's awesome. I think I've already mentioned it, but we're nearly half way through the season in two days. I could watch it all day if I had the time. Mark also bought season two of Dexter (which he already had because he had downloaded it anyway). Yay for TV on DVD.
We were supposed to be going to Mark's parents' house for dinner tonight, but we're not now because Mark is so sick. I don't know what we're doing for dinner. Probably nothing, which actually suits me pretty well because lately I feel yuk if I eat a big meal. Yesterday at work I had two bread rolls with peanut butter and banana and felt so sick after because it was the most I'd eaten in ages.
I'm really behind in things I have to do. The list of things for uni that I have to do is snowballing, as well as things I'm meant to be doing to cross off my to-do list. And then there's things I want to do, and my photography diary for TAFE, which I want to make huge. That's me though; all idea and no motivation. I'm hoping for a motivation lightening strike on the weekend so I can do heaps.
Gabby wants to go out tomorrow night though, and I don't want to because Fridays suck, and Nat said we should go out on Saturday night, but I'm not sure if I want to because I know I won't get things done. That and I'm too scared because I'm not sure how the drinking would go. I've been drunk once, and there's a reason I tend to not drink, because I don't want to pass the point where I know I'll keep drinking until I pass out. I've never said that to anyone, but most of the time when I go out, all I want is to drink and drink until I pass out. It's why I don't even hardly get tipsy.
I'm really not in a writing mood. I'm really not in an anything mood. I'm going to go talk to Mark now, because we had a variant of a "the talk" last night (props to anyone who can guess what about) and I'm feeling slightly unresolved.
At work we're on plastic bag rations. I thought it was some stupid company thing because the world seems to be going crazy about plastic bags lately, but apparently we only got sent a certain number of boxes for the week, and had to make do. We had 48 boxes for the week, which is about 6 boxes a day, and apparently we average around 9 a day. I just don't think the people who fill bag orders realise how it is to work in a supermarket packing groceries. We can't simply tell customers that we don't have bags to pack their groceries in because we weren't sent enough. Because someone doesn't realise how busy we get. Because we have served too many other customers who want their single bottle of milk in a bag so that their hand doesn't get cold. Or whatever. I survived the day on my bag rations (which was however many I needed because the boxes are stacked on the register next to 22), but it wasn't looking promising for the rest of the day. If worse comes to worse we can borrow bags off other shops; we've done it before. Or we could just tell the higher ups we need more bags. That would make more sense. I guess today I had a new found appreciation for green bags, because I didn't want to run out of plastic ones, but I still hate the goddamn things. Today was no exception.
Mark is sick. Last week when he went to the doctor they said he had a viral throat infection. He had two days off work. He has anti-nausea drugs. Now he is vomiting and just feels sick. He had today off work, and probably won't go tomorrow either. It could sound like he has end-of-the-week-itis, because he had last Thursday and Friday off too. That's funny. I just hope I don't get it. I really couldn't handle actually being sick as well. I had a headache all day today, but I know that was check out induced.
Mark bought me season four of House, and it's awesome. I think I've already mentioned it, but we're nearly half way through the season in two days. I could watch it all day if I had the time. Mark also bought season two of Dexter (which he already had because he had downloaded it anyway). Yay for TV on DVD.
We were supposed to be going to Mark's parents' house for dinner tonight, but we're not now because Mark is so sick. I don't know what we're doing for dinner. Probably nothing, which actually suits me pretty well because lately I feel yuk if I eat a big meal. Yesterday at work I had two bread rolls with peanut butter and banana and felt so sick after because it was the most I'd eaten in ages.
I'm really behind in things I have to do. The list of things for uni that I have to do is snowballing, as well as things I'm meant to be doing to cross off my to-do list. And then there's things I want to do, and my photography diary for TAFE, which I want to make huge. That's me though; all idea and no motivation. I'm hoping for a motivation lightening strike on the weekend so I can do heaps.
Gabby wants to go out tomorrow night though, and I don't want to because Fridays suck, and Nat said we should go out on Saturday night, but I'm not sure if I want to because I know I won't get things done. That and I'm too scared because I'm not sure how the drinking would go. I've been drunk once, and there's a reason I tend to not drink, because I don't want to pass the point where I know I'll keep drinking until I pass out. I've never said that to anyone, but most of the time when I go out, all I want is to drink and drink until I pass out. It's why I don't even hardly get tipsy.
I'm really not in a writing mood. I'm really not in an anything mood. I'm going to go talk to Mark now, because we had a variant of a "the talk" last night (props to anyone who can guess what about) and I'm feeling slightly unresolved.