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Eh...so it was the end of a slightly aggravating day at work...which was aggravating for a plethura of reasons. I approached one of my managers, the AGM, about serving more night shifts in the bar...at which point i was swiftly shot down. Kind of depressing--I need to get out of this mode where I think everyone thinks I am inadequate. But it is hard, expecially when you work in a place where the only time youve even called in 8 months was because you weere vomiting, you show up on time with your shirt ironed, jeans the perfect shade of fucking navy blue...ugh i dunno, i was frustrated with myself. Then, at the end of the night, i was carrying two very heavy racks of glasses to the front bev station, when some jackasses i work with decided to throw a tray across the kitchen--which ended up going into my arm. I didn't drop the racks, but that shit made me CRY...my elbow was swollen and is now black and blue. What a way to end the night.