caithream | (no subject)

Eight day work week. Which, not excruciating, but definitely stressful. Friday is my day off, finally finally. Tomorrow night, 2-10:30pm, I work with a fantastic person the first half, and someone I'd really really rather not the second half. And my district manager, a condescending bitch who likes to show you how you're doing Every Single Thing Wrong, is stopping by. There's a store meeting for those of us who aren't working tomorrow night in the back of house, which will probably throw off the timing of getting everything done.

Friday night, my night off, I'm supposed to help run an event from 11pm to 1am. Which, uh. I'm going to cancel. Because it's my night off. And no. I feel guilty, sure, but I need a mental health drinking night with friends I haven't seen in almost two weeks more.

Saturday night I close again, 2-10:30pm, with people I just... I'd rather be getting dental work done than work with all of them at once. It may not be as bad as I think it's going to be, but I'm dreading it so much.

Scheduling is getting to be a regular clusterfuck, as one person is quitting and two people are suddenly changing their availability. We're short like, 15 coverage hours next week. That's really really not good. We've been harping on my boss to get on to hiring someone, and she's only just now going through applications.

And my boss just... drives me crazy sometimes. I get along with her for the most part, but, for example, today I was exhausted and dealing with a line of customers while my boss and another coworker were discussing paperwork on the floor. Finally my boss comes over and starts making drinks but says, "You know what would be nice? If these cups had names on them." So I turned to the customer, asked their name, slammed the cup down, and walked away. Little things like that, plus the exhaustion, does not make a happy Sarah.

A plus though, a very good plus, is that I got a raise. So that's pretty nice. I am trying to keep things in perspective, just go one day at a time, etc etc, but sometimes I just want to be whiny, and sometimes I'm very very very tired and I accidentally sit and contemplate all the crappy things headed my way.

Depression slumps and nothing to really talk about has lead to not posting. :\ I feel so unable to connect with anyone lately, both irl and online. Meh. Things'll look better on the other side of sleep deprivation. Ten hour snooze, here I come.