OK. This is why I hate my fucking job. I have the flu. I woke up and needed to throw up but manages to just drool in the toilet. You know how if you spit sometimes it helps you not throw up. So anyshit. I know what it is because i know I got it from my dad (the good one) and he's been bed ridden for days. So i call my manager and tell her, and of course she doesn't want to do anything about it. I know it's annoying that I've had to take time off for funerals and whatnot but my life isn't fucked up because I want it to be. I'm not a flake. I'm not irresponsible. I'm just having a really hard fucking year. And I know that we are understaffed because they can't keep employees that long. I think I should move to the Denver store now and see if I want to just transfer because I do desperately need a job but this is ridiculous. If they had anyones number up on the board I would have just called them but unfortunately they have failed to get any of the new peoples phone numbers. OK. I'm sorry that people keep dieing around me, people that I really care about. Shit! And I'm so fucking sorry that I am really really sick because guess what, it's totally my fault right? You don't think I would rather have worked that gone to funerals of people that I love? Don't you fucking think so ?
I don't think any of these people have any idea how hard this is right now. I need to get out of here.
I don't think any of these people have any idea how hard this is right now. I need to get out of here.