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WORST. VALENTINE'S DAY. EVER.
I had worked 3 of the past 4 days not including yesterday and of course everything was on hyperspazzm because of valentine's day. Boxes and boxes of roses to clean, flowers to unpack, flowers to wrap, and hours on my feet. Just like last year. Exactly what I was expecting and exactly what I was prepared for. Tiring, but fun. Yesterday ended up being the worst valentine's day I could've asked for. I was all excited to go to work knowing it would be beyond busy and that it'd be fun. I was so wrong. My manager sent me over to work on my own at the individual wrapping table. Don't get me wrong, it's nice not having 5 or 6 people bumping into you and to have your own working space. But they changed the location of the table so practically no one could see me, I had to sit on the concrete by the window if I wanted to rest my back and feet, and it honestly pulls a number on your back after bending over 5+ hours wrapping flowers for people. Maybe I took it a little too personally b/c I worked the same table last year and I was hoping someone else would've been given the job this year. But no, I was the lucky one who got pushed over to the side.
To make things worse, one of the managers got on my case. Since none of the customers could see me (some fuckwad thought it'd be a good idea to put the table in no-man's land), I was standing around with not much to do save for the few customers that did happen to see me, for the first 2 hours. She decides to bitch at me and tell me to get off my ass and to GET customers over from the flower dept to my table. Why the fuck is it my responsibility to chase down customers? People are supposed to come to ME if they want their stuff wrapped. It's not my fucking fault ppl can't see me or my table and it's not my fucking fault my lovely co-workers don't tell them there's another girl available for them. I've been working my fucking ass off for 20+ hours over the course of 3 days without even taking so much as a lunch or dinner break and that's the thanks that I get? GO TO FUCKING HELL.
And to make things even more worse, NONE of my co-workers except one asked me if I was okay and if I needed help and NONE of them offered to switch places with me during the day. So I was stuck at my stupid table for 8+ hours. Of course, no one wants to work at the stupid table by themselves so let's stick Debra there and let's stay here at the flower dept. where everyone else is. Only one of the ladies and one of the girls bothered to check up on me and to ask me what I wanted for dinner so I wouldn't fucking starve to death.
As it was, I was tired and numb and frustrated and angry by the end of the night. As I was getting into my dad's car, a block of ice twice the size of my head decided to fall off the roof of the store and onto my head. I thought my head was going to split open and I was surprised to find that blood wasn't pouring out when I went to touch it. I went home sobbing from the pain on my head and from the frustration and stress from the day. I just sat in the car and cried the whole way home because I was so miserable and so tired. The only thing that half-cheered me up were the packages from laundro waiting for me on my dinner table and the chocolate cake waiting for me in the fridge and knowing I'd made enough money to blow on something nice for myself. It was a god awful day and the worst valentine's day ever.
I had worked 3 of the past 4 days not including yesterday and of course everything was on hyperspazzm because of valentine's day. Boxes and boxes of roses to clean, flowers to unpack, flowers to wrap, and hours on my feet. Just like last year. Exactly what I was expecting and exactly what I was prepared for. Tiring, but fun. Yesterday ended up being the worst valentine's day I could've asked for. I was all excited to go to work knowing it would be beyond busy and that it'd be fun. I was so wrong. My manager sent me over to work on my own at the individual wrapping table. Don't get me wrong, it's nice not having 5 or 6 people bumping into you and to have your own working space. But they changed the location of the table so practically no one could see me, I had to sit on the concrete by the window if I wanted to rest my back and feet, and it honestly pulls a number on your back after bending over 5+ hours wrapping flowers for people. Maybe I took it a little too personally b/c I worked the same table last year and I was hoping someone else would've been given the job this year. But no, I was the lucky one who got pushed over to the side.
To make things worse, one of the managers got on my case. Since none of the customers could see me (some fuckwad thought it'd be a good idea to put the table in no-man's land), I was standing around with not much to do save for the few customers that did happen to see me, for the first 2 hours. She decides to bitch at me and tell me to get off my ass and to GET customers over from the flower dept to my table. Why the fuck is it my responsibility to chase down customers? People are supposed to come to ME if they want their stuff wrapped. It's not my fucking fault ppl can't see me or my table and it's not my fucking fault my lovely co-workers don't tell them there's another girl available for them. I've been working my fucking ass off for 20+ hours over the course of 3 days without even taking so much as a lunch or dinner break and that's the thanks that I get? GO TO FUCKING HELL.
And to make things even more worse, NONE of my co-workers except one asked me if I was okay and if I needed help and NONE of them offered to switch places with me during the day. So I was stuck at my stupid table for 8+ hours. Of course, no one wants to work at the stupid table by themselves so let's stick Debra there and let's stay here at the flower dept. where everyone else is. Only one of the ladies and one of the girls bothered to check up on me and to ask me what I wanted for dinner so I wouldn't fucking starve to death.
As it was, I was tired and numb and frustrated and angry by the end of the night. As I was getting into my dad's car, a block of ice twice the size of my head decided to fall off the roof of the store and onto my head. I thought my head was going to split open and I was surprised to find that blood wasn't pouring out when I went to touch it. I went home sobbing from the pain on my head and from the frustration and stress from the day. I just sat in the car and cried the whole way home because I was so miserable and so tired. The only thing that half-cheered me up were the packages from laundro waiting for me on my dinner table and the chocolate cake waiting for me in the fridge and knowing I'd made enough money to blow on something nice for myself. It was a god awful day and the worst valentine's day ever.