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melayneseahawk) wrote2006-08-30 11:17 pm
melayneseahawk) wrote2006-08-30 11:17 pm
No Good, Very Bad Day
Due to some nastiness with the weather, my wrist has been hurting like hell all day.
Work was ridiculously slow, and the evil co-worker was in full swing being bitchy.
Girl who was supposed to cover my Sunday shift had to cancel on me, because her store had messed up telling me when she was able to work, so I've no one to cover for me on Sunday. Which means I'm going to miss the block party, the original impetus for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
superboner to come down in the first place. And there's really no one else to cover for me. What am I going to do?
To top this all off, sometime toward the end of the work day, when the shift manager was taking out the trash and the evil co-worker had disappeared and I had gone into the back room to get something (which I never would have done had I know evil co-worker was not on the floor), someone stole the tip jars and their contents. Fuck, bugger, and damnation, not what I needed. True, it could have happened to anyone, but I usually stay on the floor unless I know there is someone else there, so I'm sorta blaming myself. My head just wasn't working correctly, primarily because my wrist hurt like hell.
All in all, a bad day. Seriously not cool.
Work was ridiculously slow, and the evil co-worker was in full swing being bitchy.
Girl who was supposed to cover my Sunday shift had to cancel on me, because her store had messed up telling me when she was able to work, so I've no one to cover for me on Sunday. Which means I'm going to miss the block party, the original impetus for
superboner to come down in the first place. And there's really no one else to cover for me. What am I going to do?To top this all off, sometime toward the end of the work day, when the shift manager was taking out the trash and the evil co-worker had disappeared and I had gone into the back room to get something (which I never would have done had I know evil co-worker was not on the floor), someone stole the tip jars and their contents. Fuck, bugger, and damnation, not what I needed. True, it could have happened to anyone, but I usually stay on the floor unless I know there is someone else there, so I'm sorta blaming myself. My head just wasn't working correctly, primarily because my wrist hurt like hell.
All in all, a bad day. Seriously not cool.