Suck ass...
So today... was horrible. Miserable times 10. And any other fucking combinations you can come up with that describes horrible, awful days.
It wasn't too bad starting out. I was bummed that it wasn't really my Friday [since I had originally taken over someone else's shift for Saturday], but other than that, it was fairly okay. Then Lori, my manager, had to leave for an appointment. When she came back she came back with a foul mood because they messed up her appointment, etc etc. So we finish up lunch rushes and start doing prep, dishes, bread, and what have you. Well apparently lunch doesn't happen until 1:15-2:15 nowadays. We had a never-ending line of people. All the prep we did so we'd be able to minimize the work load later was basically decimated. Then during the rushes the phone kept ringing off the hook. It was the person who was scheduled to close shop today. Said she couldn't come in. Well Lori basically said "We're busy with a huge rush, you need to call someone to cover your shift or you have to come in. Bye" And that was the last we heard of her so we just assumed she was either coming in or had called someone else.
Bread was another story. Each time I'd pull out the just baked stuff it'd be gone in a snap. It kept like that until about 5. That's when I learned that the closer never called anyone, and she wasn't showing up. I was there until 6:15 or so. I was already mentally exhausted from the rush that appeared out of God's ass.. And being there over my scheduled time was just making me mentally unstable. I was shaking and on the verge of tears. I was literally thinking "Fuck this shit, I quit, you fuckers deal with this." But I didn't, and ended up staying an hour and a half later [in total 9 and a half hours]. Matt told me to go home and that he'd take care of the customers. Justin bitched and moaned until I finally just said "I'm sorry, I'm leaving. I don't care anymore. I have to go." and Left. After I pulled out of view from the other employees and making my way to the road, I bawled my eyes out.
I ended up having to call Shadow and told her I'd be in the back of the Target parking lot in Chaska. She told me she'd be there asap. I cried and shook waiting for her. She got there 10 minutes later after getting a ride from Sage [Thanks again hun!]. And held me for a bit and moved me to the passenger side so that she could drive me home. I cried some, but basically sat quietly... I finally just gave up caring. I strongly contemplated calling Lori and saying "I fucking quit. Sorry."
But I didn't. Instead once we got home [after running to the local grocery and picking up some chocolate milk for me and sodas for everyone else], we ate dinner that Marshall made for everyone [which was delicious!] and Shadow eventually called Lori to tell her that I wasn't going to be going in tomorrow because I am taking a mental health day. And I need it too. I don't give a shit anymore what anyone thinks of me there. As soon as I find a new job I'm leaving that place for fucking good. It's mentally and physically draining.
I'm sort of dreading Monday now, but I'm just going to shrug it off and tell them that I have stress and mental issues. I can deal with working a little bit of overtime [like 45 minutes even] but if it's an hour over in one day I'm going to go nuts. I'm working a job I'm just keeping because it pays me well. I don't like it, and I always come home miserable. It's times like these I wish I were back in high school with only homework and grades to worry about.
I think I need to go see someone about my mental health and stability.
It wasn't too bad starting out. I was bummed that it wasn't really my Friday [since I had originally taken over someone else's shift for Saturday], but other than that, it was fairly okay. Then Lori, my manager, had to leave for an appointment. When she came back she came back with a foul mood because they messed up her appointment, etc etc. So we finish up lunch rushes and start doing prep, dishes, bread, and what have you. Well apparently lunch doesn't happen until 1:15-2:15 nowadays. We had a never-ending line of people. All the prep we did so we'd be able to minimize the work load later was basically decimated. Then during the rushes the phone kept ringing off the hook. It was the person who was scheduled to close shop today. Said she couldn't come in. Well Lori basically said "We're busy with a huge rush, you need to call someone to cover your shift or you have to come in. Bye" And that was the last we heard of her so we just assumed she was either coming in or had called someone else.
Bread was another story. Each time I'd pull out the just baked stuff it'd be gone in a snap. It kept like that until about 5. That's when I learned that the closer never called anyone, and she wasn't showing up. I was there until 6:15 or so. I was already mentally exhausted from the rush that appeared out of God's ass.. And being there over my scheduled time was just making me mentally unstable. I was shaking and on the verge of tears. I was literally thinking "Fuck this shit, I quit, you fuckers deal with this." But I didn't, and ended up staying an hour and a half later [in total 9 and a half hours]. Matt told me to go home and that he'd take care of the customers. Justin bitched and moaned until I finally just said "I'm sorry, I'm leaving. I don't care anymore. I have to go." and Left. After I pulled out of view from the other employees and making my way to the road, I bawled my eyes out.
I ended up having to call Shadow and told her I'd be in the back of the Target parking lot in Chaska. She told me she'd be there asap. I cried and shook waiting for her. She got there 10 minutes later after getting a ride from Sage [Thanks again hun!]. And held me for a bit and moved me to the passenger side so that she could drive me home. I cried some, but basically sat quietly... I finally just gave up caring. I strongly contemplated calling Lori and saying "I fucking quit. Sorry."
But I didn't. Instead once we got home [after running to the local grocery and picking up some chocolate milk for me and sodas for everyone else], we ate dinner that Marshall made for everyone [which was delicious!] and Shadow eventually called Lori to tell her that I wasn't going to be going in tomorrow because I am taking a mental health day. And I need it too. I don't give a shit anymore what anyone thinks of me there. As soon as I find a new job I'm leaving that place for fucking good. It's mentally and physically draining.
I'm sort of dreading Monday now, but I'm just going to shrug it off and tell them that I have stress and mental issues. I can deal with working a little bit of overtime [like 45 minutes even] but if it's an hour over in one day I'm going to go nuts. I'm working a job I'm just keeping because it pays me well. I don't like it, and I always come home miserable. It's times like these I wish I were back in high school with only homework and grades to worry about.
I think I need to go see someone about my mental health and stability.