I hate everybody.
I'm so tired. I don't want to work. Maybe this coffee will make me feel better-- or I'm just kidding myself. I really don't want to feel like I'm going to hurl. Really. I really don't want to spend all morning on the floor with somebody who moves the speed of a snail. Alright. I'm exaggerating. He moves a little faster.
Exaggerating is a dumb looking word.
The co-worker that I absolutely hate and want to punch in the face gave her two weeks! But that leaves us even shorter handed. Another employee just stopped showing up to work last week, and our new people just aren't catching on.
I don't know why I help people and work before I'm clocked in.
And Thanksgiving is coming; that's pure chaos. Somewhere around fifty boarding dogs that all need food and water and clean bedding. I can't describe how weird it is to work on holidays like that where inbetween meals there are at least sixty dogs on the floor-- who're all absolutely nuts and crabby-- and then nothing, nobody, when they're in to eat. Last Christmas we reached 100.
I hear growling. And the phone is ringing. And nobody's going to do anything about either.
Exaggerating is a dumb looking word.
The co-worker that I absolutely hate and want to punch in the face gave her two weeks! But that leaves us even shorter handed. Another employee just stopped showing up to work last week, and our new people just aren't catching on.
I don't know why I help people and work before I'm clocked in.
And Thanksgiving is coming; that's pure chaos. Somewhere around fifty boarding dogs that all need food and water and clean bedding. I can't describe how weird it is to work on holidays like that where inbetween meals there are at least sixty dogs on the floor-- who're all absolutely nuts and crabby-- and then nothing, nobody, when they're in to eat. Last Christmas we reached 100.
I hear growling. And the phone is ringing. And nobody's going to do anything about either.