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Today work sucked. Probably the most out of any other day I've ever been at work. So the ice bin you get ice out of for waters and whatnot is located between two shelves in the bus station. I was holding a glass getting ready to scoop out some ice. But the ice bin started to fall. "AAAAH!" I exclaimed. And I caught the ice bin and kept it from falling and spilling all over the floor. However, in doing so, the glass I was holding broke and cut both my hands. Not badly, but you know how when you get cut by broken glass, no matter how severe it is, it always bleeds like a mofo for a really long time. So anyway, "Owwies," said I in the most sorrowful of tones, and quickly washed my wound, wrapped paper towels around it and went to my boss. "Susan," I said to her, "I can't find the band-aids. Can you please get some for me? I cut my hands on a broken glass." Distractedly she responded, "Sure Andrew, in a few minutes." Now, you can imagine how much this might have annoyed me, being that I had a job to do and was bleeding into a paper towel, but nevertheless I continued about my job doing whatever I could that didn't involve me directly touching anything. About FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER after thoroughly soaking my open cuts with half-eaten food and half-drunk beverages, I run into Susan and she quickly states, "Oh I forgot about you." Followed by the classic, "You stopped bleeding, right?" Of course I had stopped bleeding, but this did not help to quiet the rage I was feeling by that point. Later, at closing time, I was scolded for forgetting to wipe off one chair. Funny how life works, isn't it? I think what gets me most is the fact that I've been doing good work there for nearly two years now. TWO YEARS!!! And they still treat me like I was just hired the other day. And I am so fucking sick of it. I get absolutely no respect, thanks, or even acknowledgement for the disgusting job I do every night. It's disgusting. It literally makes me sick.
And currently, I am pissed off, very tired, and upset by the fact that I also have to work tomorrow from 3-10, because my co-worker tricked me into covering for her so that she can nurse the hangover that she's almost certainly going to have tomorrow and of which, of course, I had no knowledge. I can not WAIT to get out of this shit hole. Love!
And currently, I am pissed off, very tired, and upset by the fact that I also have to work tomorrow from 3-10, because my co-worker tricked me into covering for her so that she can nurse the hangover that she's almost certainly going to have tomorrow and of which, of course, I had no knowledge. I can not WAIT to get out of this shit hole. Love!