AUGARGHHHH.

[dragonlady7]

Guh. I am SO CALLING IN SICK TOMORROW.
I should've called in today.

1) Forgot my badge. which means I was perpetually like an impatient puppy: Ever on the wrong side of the security door (which can only be opened by swiping badge). Also, I couldn't go to the bathroom without an escort, and culdn't be left alone on the unit, which means every time the bartender had to pee I had to get a manager to babysit me. Christ almighty, it was retarded. I got locked in the back room for five minutes (which is a long time when you're counting the seconds because you have no other way of measuring time) when the door slipped shut, and Judy didn't answer the doorbell for a while.

2) Was retarded. Spilled water all over myself. Cleaned it up, cleaned up the bar. Promptly spilled a 32-oz Nestea all over self, bar, floor.

3) Wasn't busy. Made no money really. Stood around feeling wretched because I was so dumb and retarded. Got headache from being worried about what an idiot I was. Headache won't go away.

4) When I went to cash out my bank was off. Cash office lady, not the usual one, had no idea how to recount my bank and wasted 15 minutes, until I begged her to please just write me up so I wouldn't miss the bus. So I got written up for being $6 over. Which you just know is me putting in my ones and quarters from my tips and forgetting to take out a five. Because I am a retard. (They can give you $5 leeway. Fuckers.)

5) Was so fried on bus couldn't write or read. So lugged Newton all the way to work and home again for absolutely nothing. Also, couldn't be bothered with hassle of listening to iPod. Indicative of a mood, much? Christ, I'm an idiot.

So yes. I will most definitely be calling in sick tomorrow. Because it will be even less busy, and I will be even more retarded if I don't.

Oh, yes. 6) Was 75 degrees and sunny and absolutely gorgeous today and I was in a location with no windows. And passengers kept coming in and saying "Wow it's nice out there!" "Fuck you! Shit, did I say that out loud?" (I didn't actually. I'm not that far gone yet.)

Comments

[lorelei-sakti.livejournal.com]

Food service jobs are so horrible. They give me nightmares. I'm sorry you forgot to collect your tips. I can't believe they actually write you up for being over.

Of course, I don't work at a real job. (It's an imaginary job.) No really, it's the flea market, and our boss is retarded. There are these two employees whose registers are consistently $25 under every weekend, and they never get fired. It's unreal.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

I actually like my job more than I liked the Career-Oriented Degree-Relevant job I had before. I am treated better by my bosses, more respected by my co-workers, and actually get to speak to real live human beings sometimes. So it's not a bad job.

I just get tired of it and when they do weird shit with my schedule like this twice in a row making me work ten consecutive days bullshit, I gets weary, y'see? Weary.
And behind, on answering my comments. :)

[tehta.livejournal.com]

Oh, that doesn't sound like fun. Hope you get a chance to relax at home, at least...

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I did, and finally it seems I'm managing to catch up on my lj comments. :D