"I find it hard to take..."
I'm once again sitting at my dad's computer at work, waiting until it's time for me to trudge out of the air conditioning and into the blazing sun and humidity. Joy. Plus, my dad has apparently spent all morning yelling at Stephanie, my boss, about how I want my three days off next week to be consecutive so we can go on vacation and keep my mother from bitching all summer about how she never gets to do anything. Apparently Shanequa and Eliase have summer school/drivers' ed (not really sure which of them has which school), so neither of them can work weekdays, meaning that I have to work them and therefore cannot get the Wed-Fri days off that my mom needs us to have off so we can go to the lake. And, that means that my days off have to be the weekends to that Dumb and Dumber can still have shifts to work, meaning that if I were to get Keith's people to cover for me those three days like we planned, I won't be working at all that week.
I hate people.
And I think I've gained back any weight I might have lost these past few months. I really need to start doing something active. My mother and I go on walks sometimes, but even that's not really what I would consider a hard work out. I should start doing crunches again at the very least.
Forty-five minutes until I have to work. I was going to ask Stephanie if she wanted me to go ahead and work now since she was working the towel room this morning because Shanequa wasn't there yet, but when I went outside to give Jennifer her check (since Keith gave it to me to hold onto because he saw me first) I saw that Shanequa was already there. I guess she was just a few hours late then. And yet she's the one whose schedule they're trying to accommodate.
I hate people.
And I think I've gained back any weight I might have lost these past few months. I really need to start doing something active. My mother and I go on walks sometimes, but even that's not really what I would consider a hard work out. I should start doing crunches again at the very least.
Forty-five minutes until I have to work. I was going to ask Stephanie if she wanted me to go ahead and work now since she was working the towel room this morning because Shanequa wasn't there yet, but when I went outside to give Jennifer her check (since Keith gave it to me to hold onto because he saw me first) I saw that Shanequa was already there. I guess she was just a few hours late then. And yet she's the one whose schedule they're trying to accommodate.