My exact words on arriving at work were: "You've got to be KIDDING me."
Normally, the mood I'm in would serve as an unthinking excuse for including all kinds of cusswords in this post, but I am endeavouring to Become a Better Person and all that jazz, so: my day, the G-rated version.
Work was way more stress than I needed right now -- or have ever needed in my life. Between sick days and semi-unexpected resignations, I wound up being the only person who showed up for the night shift. So, I got my groove on, got into the swing of things, and generally superheroed around the whole department by myself.
Later in the evening, Miss Assistant Manager (who I actually quite adore, most of the time, because she's like somebody's cool slash fan grandma, except probably not really a slash fan but just THAT COOL) swung in for a bit so I could have, you know, a dinner break. Were there any words of praise for me? Any hint of the incredible effort I'd made to keep things running while desperately understaffed?
No, she found the one (ONE) thing I hadn't quite managed to keep on top of, and bitched about it.
If anyone mentions it again in the next couple of days I work, I will be sorely tested not to tender my resignation then and there.
I baked muffins the other night (or 'cupcakes', if you prefer). The scales I inherited from my childhood have utterly packed it in, so I guessed at weights and proportions. Despite this idiocy, the muffins actually taste much as they are supposed to taste. (I was going to take some to work so I didn't waste money on food, but I forgot. So I wasted money I can't afford to waste. *sigh*)
I've been practising guitar this week, re-learning what little I knew. I've made a half-assed attempt at tidying my room. (It's not that big; you wouldn't think there was enough space for this much clutter.)
I also wasted money today on more underwear. It had become sort of a drastic need, but fortunately the power bill this month is only thirty dollars (uh, long story) so I should be able to continue eating until next payday.
See, I can whine as much as I want about money, but if I really can't afford food then there are plenty of people who will offer to buy it for me. I have safety nets and support networks and I will never find myself living on the street unless I choose to be there. In a frustrating, odd way, knowing that I don't really have to worry is annoying. I like feeling independent.
Knee is still full of pain. Appointment with specialist in less than three weeks. (Insert your own <3 joke here.) Actually, it's just over two weeks now.
I don't think I mentioned: we have two dogs now. Newdog is sooooooo much better behaved than Hellbeast, but Hellbeast loves me more. Dilemma.
Let me just say this:
ZOMGFRONTSIES!!one
Front-clasping bras are finally, finally, finally almost sort of kind of in fashion and thus available in shops in sizes other than Great-Grandma. I acquired a black one and two white ones. Now, I need fabric paint and fluffits (or equivalent), and no, Tat, it is not my fault that you chose to go overseas just when the awesomes became available.
I'll probably wait for you anyway, because I'm a sap, and because it will take me that long to afford fun fabric paints.
Work was way more stress than I needed right now -- or have ever needed in my life. Between sick days and semi-unexpected resignations, I wound up being the only person who showed up for the night shift. So, I got my groove on, got into the swing of things, and generally superheroed around the whole department by myself.
Later in the evening, Miss Assistant Manager (who I actually quite adore, most of the time, because she's like somebody's cool slash fan grandma, except probably not really a slash fan but just THAT COOL) swung in for a bit so I could have, you know, a dinner break. Were there any words of praise for me? Any hint of the incredible effort I'd made to keep things running while desperately understaffed?
No, she found the one (ONE) thing I hadn't quite managed to keep on top of, and bitched about it.
If anyone mentions it again in the next couple of days I work, I will be sorely tested not to tender my resignation then and there.
I baked muffins the other night (or 'cupcakes', if you prefer). The scales I inherited from my childhood have utterly packed it in, so I guessed at weights and proportions. Despite this idiocy, the muffins actually taste much as they are supposed to taste. (I was going to take some to work so I didn't waste money on food, but I forgot. So I wasted money I can't afford to waste. *sigh*)
I've been practising guitar this week, re-learning what little I knew. I've made a half-assed attempt at tidying my room. (It's not that big; you wouldn't think there was enough space for this much clutter.)
I also wasted money today on more underwear. It had become sort of a drastic need, but fortunately the power bill this month is only thirty dollars (uh, long story) so I should be able to continue eating until next payday.
See, I can whine as much as I want about money, but if I really can't afford food then there are plenty of people who will offer to buy it for me. I have safety nets and support networks and I will never find myself living on the street unless I choose to be there. In a frustrating, odd way, knowing that I don't really have to worry is annoying. I like feeling independent.
Knee is still full of pain. Appointment with specialist in less than three weeks. (Insert your own <3 joke here.) Actually, it's just over two weeks now.
I don't think I mentioned: we have two dogs now. Newdog is sooooooo much better behaved than Hellbeast, but Hellbeast loves me more. Dilemma.
Let me just say this:
ZOMGFRONTSIES!!one
Front-clasping bras are finally, finally, finally almost sort of kind of in fashion and thus available in shops in sizes other than Great-Grandma. I acquired a black one and two white ones. Now, I need fabric paint and fluffits (or equivalent), and no, Tat, it is not my fault that you chose to go overseas just when the awesomes became available.
I'll probably wait for you anyway, because I'm a sap, and because it will take me that long to afford fun fabric paints.