Dec 21, 2004 23:44
Day one of work: I was supposed to come in at 3pm, stopped by the store since I was in the mall with my mom, was asked to come in early... for the rest of the week.
Day two of work: Came in at one. Asked if I wanted extra hours. Said sure, "so can when can you come in?" "umm 10?" "how about 8?" "umm 10?" "9:30" But Tabitha likes me so I am going in at 10... for the rest of the week. That and I don't have a day off christmas and then I have wednesday off also next week.
I really need to learn how to turn down extra hours, but I always figure I don't mind extra hours, at the rate I'm going I'm about to make overtime for this week, since I've worked ohh I don't know about 18 hours in the past two days and will probably work over 12 tommorow alone. It's okay because the day goes by really fast since I am so busy, but it's just really rough on my feet. That and I am home for like no time at all. There's none of that soft smooth relaxing going on. I think going back to school is going to be my real break. Maybe after next week I will chill out once i realize I have some giant paycheck on it's way and can actually pay all my bills.. for now anyway.
But yes dima's here and it is time to go.