I'm so damned tired...

[shai_neko]

I've been working 10-12 hour shifts for the past seven days.  They asked me to close tonight.  It would have meant overtime, but it also would have been a 15 hour shift.  I said no.  I ended up working 11 hours.  By the end of the night, I was ready to throw things and walk out.  People kept asking me stupid fucking questions.  I have no patience left, and I only get one damn day before I have to go back.  Yet, they complained because I didn't want to stay.  Sooo fucked up, call somebody, anybody else.  I started telling the chick who was supposed to be in charge at 2:00 that she needed to find at least one more person for the evening shift, as we have a married couple working here.  If the wife leaves and has to go to the hospital, gee, I guess the husband might go too.  But that would, y'know, be common sense type thinking.  And then what do you know, we have a no call, no show!  It's now 5, and there's no time because, hey look!  Dinner rush!

In slightly happier news, I have managed to get a bit of writing done.  I have the feeling it's mostly bad writing, but at this point...eh.