Enough's enough
Yesterday, work lost power. I had an unexpected day off. But work, not to be outdone, called as of eight this morning to ask me to come in for eight hours. Normally, I wouldn't mind this, hey, they lost power, they need help, fine, whatever. But they could have told me this yesterday so I could have gotten some actual sleep rather than staying up and then having Mother poke her head in the door less than six hours after I went to sleep to tell me about the hellhole calling. They want someone to staff their counter, because the only other person doing it has to work over in another department. That other person is doing that because they fired the only meat cutter they used to have and are making almost no effort to find another. Yeah, because a sign in the lobby attracts a whole lot of attention. Gee, I dunno, why not try...Putting something in the paper? Idiots. With whatever employees they have left, they try to wring as much out as they can, and then sit and wonder why people get disgusted and quit. Takes a lot to figure, huh?
I know this sounds a lot like other peoples' jobs. I'm allowed to whine/rant about mine. Get over it, kthx. I can't find another right now since basically no one in the area's hiring for hours I can work or enough money.
Need to call a friend ASAP and see if he can help me get over to the school. I might not be able to drive myself there right away, but I can take the test I need to so they take the 'flag' off my account and I can register for online/distance classes, or take something close so the drive doesn't scare the hell out of me. Hate driving, always have. Not to say I can't, it just makes me a nervous wreck. Especially on NJ highways, where it seems most people don't know how to make a left turn properly.
Am really tired and damn aggravated right now. Eight hours of crap on six hours of sleep. Enough's really enough this time.
But on a totally unrelated note:
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You're Cry, the Beloved Country!
by Alan Paton
Life is exceedingly difficult right now, especially when you put more
miles between yourself and your hometown. But with all sorts of personal and profound
convictions, you are able to keep a level head and still try to help folks, no matter
how much they harm you. You walk through a land of natural beauty and daily horror. In
the end, far too much is a matter of black and white.
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