ARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
KEEEERRRIIISST!
What a fucking day.
=(
Things have just not been going my way today. Sigh. I got back from Auckland yesterday, I had a nice visit with Sarah (more about that later), and then proceeded to get fucked in the ass. Yep right up in there. First, I had the worst sleep ever. Falling asleep at 7pm last night and waking up at 1 am, 3 am, 4 am, 5 am, and 6:30 am. Fell back asleep at about quarter to 10 when: Sarah called, followed by Mark calling. So, unfortunately had to wake up. Get to work where I found out that my schedule (which had been changed on Monday without telling me, good thing I stumbled across it before I left on Tuesday.) was even more fucked up than I realised because we had a table of 13 and four tables of 2 and Mark wasn't going to be working in the kitchen, but on the floor and I was going to have to run the line. Grrrrrrr. So, I had been scheduled to do the Breakfast shift which would have given me the night off. But then I got stuck with the dinner shift with a 2 pm start. Not too bad, and I wasn't going to even complain about it that much, even though I'd had plans and stuff. I ended up having to go in to work at basically 11 in the morning, because there was so much shit to do that fucking Mark, who had basically NOTHING to do all week, could've done and didn't. Also, he worked the breakfast shift and left a shit load of dishes and basically a really dirty kitchen. He hasn't even done next week's schedule yet! It's fucking SATURDAY! So, yeah. 11 hour day really put me in a good mood. Especially when it took Paul, the new part time chef who makes $2 an hour more than me, 2 hours to make some fucking canapes. Then I am most of the way through my day which consisted of preping 2 menus because the 13 had a set menu and I had to do a seperate menu for everyone else, I find out that there is a lady who doesn't eat red meat on the 13 top and what has Mark put on the menu? That's right steak for everyone, so I had to then make some stupid chicken dish for her. Then, THEN, she didn't even come and no one told me until we were plating up the food, which meant that I had one steak short and a stupid chicken that no one wanted. ARGH! So, I am really pissed and have been moody and snappy all day. Which, believe it or not, isn't at all like me anymore. I am now usually happy most of the time and in a good mood, even when I'm stressed. So, tomorrow Mark and I are going to have a reckoning. Which will suck as we have never resolved the whole me telling him I like him, and now he will think that I am just mad because of that. Because the thing is that he does this sort of thing to me all the time and I hardly ever complained, because I never wanted to fight with him, but now I am not nervous about that anymore and this really has to stop.
Well, I am sleepy and this has been a longer rant than I anticipated. I will write more later about my trip to Auckland and what the psychic told me. =) Yep, that's right. I went to see a psychic and it was sooooo cooool.
What a fucking day.
=(
Things have just not been going my way today. Sigh. I got back from Auckland yesterday, I had a nice visit with Sarah (more about that later), and then proceeded to get fucked in the ass. Yep right up in there. First, I had the worst sleep ever. Falling asleep at 7pm last night and waking up at 1 am, 3 am, 4 am, 5 am, and 6:30 am. Fell back asleep at about quarter to 10 when: Sarah called, followed by Mark calling. So, unfortunately had to wake up. Get to work where I found out that my schedule (which had been changed on Monday without telling me, good thing I stumbled across it before I left on Tuesday.) was even more fucked up than I realised because we had a table of 13 and four tables of 2 and Mark wasn't going to be working in the kitchen, but on the floor and I was going to have to run the line. Grrrrrrr. So, I had been scheduled to do the Breakfast shift which would have given me the night off. But then I got stuck with the dinner shift with a 2 pm start. Not too bad, and I wasn't going to even complain about it that much, even though I'd had plans and stuff. I ended up having to go in to work at basically 11 in the morning, because there was so much shit to do that fucking Mark, who had basically NOTHING to do all week, could've done and didn't. Also, he worked the breakfast shift and left a shit load of dishes and basically a really dirty kitchen. He hasn't even done next week's schedule yet! It's fucking SATURDAY! So, yeah. 11 hour day really put me in a good mood. Especially when it took Paul, the new part time chef who makes $2 an hour more than me, 2 hours to make some fucking canapes. Then I am most of the way through my day which consisted of preping 2 menus because the 13 had a set menu and I had to do a seperate menu for everyone else, I find out that there is a lady who doesn't eat red meat on the 13 top and what has Mark put on the menu? That's right steak for everyone, so I had to then make some stupid chicken dish for her. Then, THEN, she didn't even come and no one told me until we were plating up the food, which meant that I had one steak short and a stupid chicken that no one wanted. ARGH! So, I am really pissed and have been moody and snappy all day. Which, believe it or not, isn't at all like me anymore. I am now usually happy most of the time and in a good mood, even when I'm stressed. So, tomorrow Mark and I are going to have a reckoning. Which will suck as we have never resolved the whole me telling him I like him, and now he will think that I am just mad because of that. Because the thing is that he does this sort of thing to me all the time and I hardly ever complained, because I never wanted to fight with him, but now I am not nervous about that anymore and this really has to stop.
Well, I am sleepy and this has been a longer rant than I anticipated. I will write more later about my trip to Auckland and what the psychic told me. =) Yep, that's right. I went to see a psychic and it was sooooo cooool.