Sorry for it being so long :/
Monday- My pet snake died. I still have NO idea why he died. He had plenty of water, plenty of food, clean bedding, decent heat and light, and had no visible marks or any sign of injury. He was just fine that morning. It doesn't make ANY sense.
Tuesday- I had to close with my district manager. This is a guy who insists on breathing down my neck, watching my EVERY move, and whenever I so much as move my eyes to something else, he says I need to get busy and assigns me to do something stupid and meaningless. Oh and here's another thing, since I work in a restraunt, I'm supposed to talk to customers. Not a problem. But PLEASE explain to me how the fuck am I supposed to talk to them if the ones that are coming up to the buffet speak Spanish when I don't speak Spanish(at least not very well). He expects me to talk to them anyway. I don't think so. If I was in their shoes, I wouldn't want someone asking me questions in a different language.
Wednesday- One of the "stray" cats I've been taking care of for as long as I can remember died. He wasn't really mine but I still really cared for him. Then later on, I was cleaning my lip jewelry(the original one since I've only had it in for about 3 weeks and I was supposed to leave it in for at least a month), and the fucking ball came off. I spent over 30 minutes searching for it. The only store remotely close to where I live that carries body jewelry is a Wal*Mart 20 miles away. I had to drive all the way over there just to get a replacement. Then got yelled at by my dad for "wasting gas on a dumb piercing". The car may not be in my name, but I pay for gas, have made the last 2 payments, pay for the repairs, and clean it from top to bottom inside and out once a week. Plus the car gets between 27-30mpg. So I wasted probably wasted, what, 2.25?!
Thursday- I got called in early to train a new girl. No big deal, until I realized she was a stupid lazy bitch. Then I lost my temper on her. Needless to say, she threw her hat at me and walked out of the restraunt crying. Even though I was told to be mean if I needed to be, I felt like such a bitch over it.
Friday- Long story short, I almost got fired because my general manager(who is a fucking douchebag that makes me feel like an idiot) said he could fire me for "walking out of a job" when I clocked out without having him inspect my pre-close.
Saturday- I found out that I have to work July the 4th even though my request off got APPROVED a few days ago. It didn't make any sense. I'm afraid to say anything since I am probably on thin ice with my general manager. Then my ex that lives around here, whom I WAS on good grounds with until today, started texting me. It was a decent conversation until he sent me a message saying something along the lines of "I think I'm destined to be alone. I'm too smart for anyone." For some reason it went all over me, so I texted back something like "Are we talking about the same guy who was a crack addict for 2 years, overdosed on Aterol, treats people like shit, dumps a supposedly "perfect" girl even your picky dad approved of TWICE, has more body hair than fucking Chewbacca, a belly that makes a 8 month pregnant woman look anorexic(I'm not quite sure why I said that since I love big guys), and wonders why nobody wants to be with him? Get fucking real". Then I get a call from him screaming at me, calling me a conceited fat and ugly bitch and that I was lucky to even have someone that could stand to look at me, ect ect. Ugh...
I'm struck with another sleepless night, Its 4:00 in the morning here and I have to be at work by 10. I still have to wash and dry my uniform(which will take me about 15 minutes). It takes me 30 minutes to get ready and 45 minutes to get to work. So that gives me less than 5 hours of sleep. And since mother nature decided to start my "monthly gift" yesterday, I'll get less sleep because of my killer cramps.
*Bashes head into the desk*
WHAT NEXT?!?
Monday- My pet snake died. I still have NO idea why he died. He had plenty of water, plenty of food, clean bedding, decent heat and light, and had no visible marks or any sign of injury. He was just fine that morning. It doesn't make ANY sense.
Tuesday- I had to close with my district manager. This is a guy who insists on breathing down my neck, watching my EVERY move, and whenever I so much as move my eyes to something else, he says I need to get busy and assigns me to do something stupid and meaningless. Oh and here's another thing, since I work in a restraunt, I'm supposed to talk to customers. Not a problem. But PLEASE explain to me how the fuck am I supposed to talk to them if the ones that are coming up to the buffet speak Spanish when I don't speak Spanish(at least not very well). He expects me to talk to them anyway. I don't think so. If I was in their shoes, I wouldn't want someone asking me questions in a different language.
Wednesday- One of the "stray" cats I've been taking care of for as long as I can remember died. He wasn't really mine but I still really cared for him. Then later on, I was cleaning my lip jewelry(the original one since I've only had it in for about 3 weeks and I was supposed to leave it in for at least a month), and the fucking ball came off. I spent over 30 minutes searching for it. The only store remotely close to where I live that carries body jewelry is a Wal*Mart 20 miles away. I had to drive all the way over there just to get a replacement. Then got yelled at by my dad for "wasting gas on a dumb piercing". The car may not be in my name, but I pay for gas, have made the last 2 payments, pay for the repairs, and clean it from top to bottom inside and out once a week. Plus the car gets between 27-30mpg. So I wasted probably wasted, what, 2.25?!
Thursday- I got called in early to train a new girl. No big deal, until I realized she was a stupid lazy bitch. Then I lost my temper on her. Needless to say, she threw her hat at me and walked out of the restraunt crying. Even though I was told to be mean if I needed to be, I felt like such a bitch over it.
Friday- Long story short, I almost got fired because my general manager(who is a fucking douchebag that makes me feel like an idiot) said he could fire me for "walking out of a job" when I clocked out without having him inspect my pre-close.
Saturday- I found out that I have to work July the 4th even though my request off got APPROVED a few days ago. It didn't make any sense. I'm afraid to say anything since I am probably on thin ice with my general manager. Then my ex that lives around here, whom I WAS on good grounds with until today, started texting me. It was a decent conversation until he sent me a message saying something along the lines of "I think I'm destined to be alone. I'm too smart for anyone." For some reason it went all over me, so I texted back something like "Are we talking about the same guy who was a crack addict for 2 years, overdosed on Aterol, treats people like shit, dumps a supposedly "perfect" girl even your picky dad approved of TWICE, has more body hair than fucking Chewbacca, a belly that makes a 8 month pregnant woman look anorexic(I'm not quite sure why I said that since I love big guys), and wonders why nobody wants to be with him? Get fucking real". Then I get a call from him screaming at me, calling me a conceited fat and ugly bitch and that I was lucky to even have someone that could stand to look at me, ect ect. Ugh...
I'm struck with another sleepless night, Its 4:00 in the morning here and I have to be at work by 10. I still have to wash and dry my uniform(which will take me about 15 minutes). It takes me 30 minutes to get ready and 45 minutes to get to work. So that gives me less than 5 hours of sleep. And since mother nature decided to start my "monthly gift" yesterday, I'll get less sleep because of my killer cramps.
*Bashes head into the desk*
WHAT NEXT?!?
