I am exhausted. I am bloated. My stomach feels like there's a waterballoon in it. It's so bloated I almost look pregnant. Or at least that's how it feels. It's funny, because pretty much I never had sex any more. I'm so sexuly frustraited it's unbelivable. I'm horny all day every day, but my job is so stressfull and hard that when I get home, the only thing I have the enorgey to do is sleep. I only really see Lenny once a week. I get my rag every three or four weeks depending on what my uterus feels like doing. So I only really get to fuck Lenny once in a very great while (assumeing I have the enorgey for it when I actualy have the time) and it fucking sucks.
I need to get my fucking period. Today. NOW. I cant deal with feeling this emotional and fat. I am going to murder someone or break down and cry in a crowded room. I am the only person in the store who works the closeing shift on the registers. I cannot add. I cannot subtract. I cannot multi-task. I cant organize muffins, clean things, sweep things, mop things, throw things away AND work a register at the same time. Some people can. Most of them are from El Salvador. Especialy not with a happy fucking face. I cant deal with how many people hit on me at once. My co-workers have backed off considorbly, but the customers havent. I cant deal with this uniform. It's so fucking ugly. I'M SO FUCKING UGLY. I hate the way I look right now.
I cant think. I cant talk. I'm so dead. I hate haveing to pretend to be happy all the time. Yesterday was fucking HORRIBLE.
I had to come in an hour early. Which wasent that bad because it meant comeing in at 11:00. Tons and tons of big bosses were there to moniter things. They're fucking ALLWAYS there monitering things, and I have no clue what needs to get done, and everyones nervous when they come and I don't know whats going on. Some lady flipped out at me over sandwiches today. She had three turky sanwitches. They were exspensive. Because Au Bon Pain isnt fucking McDonnalds and if you want to eat there, you'd better have money. She got mad at me because her sanwiches were exspensive. Because you know. I obveously am the one in charge of how much things cost around here. I had to go and get Henry. He managed to shut her up. I didnt even ring her up incorrectly. I did everything right, and she still had a problem. I realize that's just something that goes with retail and food-service. I just wasent up for it that day.
After that, one of the big bosses toddelers was running a muck about the store. She stole candy and fruit. I was in the middle of ringing someone up and she started hitting buttons on the register. I ended up holding up a huge line of people. EVERYONE in the store saw it happening. But nobody came over to help me untill I screamed bloody murder. The customer was understanding and wasent pissed at me. But he was pissed. And it was uncomfortble.
Sam quit that day. He was the only other person working the register at closeing. He left early. I was all alone.
Closeing the store took half an hour longer than usual. Marry Ann was pissed. I was tiard and overwhelemed and confused. When I got home I cried my fucking eyes out.
I'm either quitting or cutting my hours. I cant deal with this shit. I do NOT function well in fast paced enviorments.
I ended up not getting paid over-time for last week too. Usualy I work around 36 hours or something like that. but even with the exstra long shift i worked last week, it only totaled to exactly 40 hours. so i didnt get paid exstra. which sucks because working a long-ass shift like that for only a tiny little bit of exstra money really isnt fucking worth it to me unless i'm getting paid over time. Marry Ann lead me to belive it would ammount to more than 40 hours, so I feel kind of tricked and let down. but whatever. a person only gets paid for the ammount they work.
i tried to call in sick today. but they really need me. i'm the only cashire who can close. and i'm not even good at it. so i'm going in at 2:00. i hope i dont flip out and cry today. i'm pretty sure that's what's gonna happen though.
fuck.
I need to get my fucking period. Today. NOW. I cant deal with feeling this emotional and fat. I am going to murder someone or break down and cry in a crowded room. I am the only person in the store who works the closeing shift on the registers. I cannot add. I cannot subtract. I cannot multi-task. I cant organize muffins, clean things, sweep things, mop things, throw things away AND work a register at the same time. Some people can. Most of them are from El Salvador. Especialy not with a happy fucking face. I cant deal with how many people hit on me at once. My co-workers have backed off considorbly, but the customers havent. I cant deal with this uniform. It's so fucking ugly. I'M SO FUCKING UGLY. I hate the way I look right now.
I cant think. I cant talk. I'm so dead. I hate haveing to pretend to be happy all the time. Yesterday was fucking HORRIBLE.
I had to come in an hour early. Which wasent that bad because it meant comeing in at 11:00. Tons and tons of big bosses were there to moniter things. They're fucking ALLWAYS there monitering things, and I have no clue what needs to get done, and everyones nervous when they come and I don't know whats going on. Some lady flipped out at me over sandwiches today. She had three turky sanwitches. They were exspensive. Because Au Bon Pain isnt fucking McDonnalds and if you want to eat there, you'd better have money. She got mad at me because her sanwiches were exspensive. Because you know. I obveously am the one in charge of how much things cost around here. I had to go and get Henry. He managed to shut her up. I didnt even ring her up incorrectly. I did everything right, and she still had a problem. I realize that's just something that goes with retail and food-service. I just wasent up for it that day.
After that, one of the big bosses toddelers was running a muck about the store. She stole candy and fruit. I was in the middle of ringing someone up and she started hitting buttons on the register. I ended up holding up a huge line of people. EVERYONE in the store saw it happening. But nobody came over to help me untill I screamed bloody murder. The customer was understanding and wasent pissed at me. But he was pissed. And it was uncomfortble.
Sam quit that day. He was the only other person working the register at closeing. He left early. I was all alone.
Closeing the store took half an hour longer than usual. Marry Ann was pissed. I was tiard and overwhelemed and confused. When I got home I cried my fucking eyes out.
I'm either quitting or cutting my hours. I cant deal with this shit. I do NOT function well in fast paced enviorments.
I ended up not getting paid over-time for last week too. Usualy I work around 36 hours or something like that. but even with the exstra long shift i worked last week, it only totaled to exactly 40 hours. so i didnt get paid exstra. which sucks because working a long-ass shift like that for only a tiny little bit of exstra money really isnt fucking worth it to me unless i'm getting paid over time. Marry Ann lead me to belive it would ammount to more than 40 hours, so I feel kind of tricked and let down. but whatever. a person only gets paid for the ammount they work.
i tried to call in sick today. but they really need me. i'm the only cashire who can close. and i'm not even good at it. so i'm going in at 2:00. i hope i dont flip out and cry today. i'm pretty sure that's what's gonna happen though.
fuck.
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You know id offer to take care of that lack of sex problem, alas I barely know ya missy.
What store? Maybe I'll come in to say "Hi", & be a friendly face.
I'm always looking for coffe shops where I can get free juice. (For my laptop. I need a new battery)...