This morning I woke up curled around my portable CD player with one of my arms almost hopelessly tangled in the headphone wires. It surprised me, because I had no recollection of even getting drowsy. I guess I just sort of switched off. Maybe it had something to do with my earbuds dying later today, but I don't think so- they were working fine until near the middle of my walk, then suddenly the sound started cutting out on one of the earbuds every time I pressed it as if I was adjusting it in my ear. Wonderful. *sigh*
Oh.
I have today off and work tried to call me in. At almost eight in the morning.
After the fucking day I had yesterday? Yeah, right.
Was feeling a little guilty for about an hour. But then I got over it. I know I shouldn't go in every time they call me in or I'll get even more burnt out (and homicidal). But I also know I'm one of the only people they even bother calling. I know there's a good chance I'm going to get questioned tomorrow, like about why I never called back and where I was, like it's any of their business. They'll live. But, I also
also know I show up for ALL OF MY SHIFTS and actually DO MY WORK, despite what the Assistant Manager may think.
I know I've touched on this before, but seriously, Assistant Manager yells at me for everything- and when I say she yells at me for everything, I'm not kidding. Yesterday I got yelled at for: Not using measuring cups for the cheese, not calling out soups even though I had been doing that since lunch started, and my particular favorite-- loading sandwiches too fast. I have NEVER been yelled at for that- I'm the slowest one there who has a clue what she's doing. On a normal day, I'll also get yelled at for: cleaning, not filling the tables while doing the changeouts, not recalling to stock things, not doing changeouts fast enough, not doing the dishes when I'm supposed to, doing the dishes because changeouts are taking so long, standing around... I could go on. I don't really know what to do at this point.
Sundays are the worst. Especially since I'm usually working a seven or eight hour shift and it's very rare she'll let me take a break, whether we're busy or not. *grumbles* Then she'll make me sweep the lobby and stock the front while she's off the clock between her split shifts- both things, I might add, are HER JOBS as the MANAGER and FRONT PERSON and it usually means I'll get yelled at if I'm in the back for some reason. It's horrible, because I'll go out there and discover that she had done nothing except wait for her shift to be over so she could get me to do all her work. One day it especially pissed me off, because she still made me do it while she was on the clock and we had a ton and a half of things to prep in the back. I kinda feel like I'm being bullied.
Beta called in yesterday, so I had the
distinct pleasure putting up with Hamster Bedding and his white trash fascism and N'Awlins's two-faced work ethic usually involving whether or not someone should be helping her or doing things for her entirely, I really can't handle it. I really, really can't. I'd rather have my face eaten off by rats than endure that again- working with Hamster Bedding outside the peanut gallery especially. Sure, I wouldn't
enjoy it, but I would
prefer it.
A new job sounds charming. It does. But there's a reason, a reason a reason that I won't tell anybody (although a few can guess) the small, stupid, idiotic reason why I never quite manage to look elsewhere, the craft store where I was nearly attacked by a raving lunatic without necessary medication not withstanding. Single, stupid, itty-bitty reason. Oh,
wow I'm stupid.
A trail of sickness
Leading to me
If I am haunted
Then you will see...