I'm so frustrated, I really just wanna crawl in bed and cry for the rest of the day.
I was supposed to be in work at 2, so I woke up early so I could play World of Warcraft. Then I get a call from my manager. Apparently, the store looked like shit, which is my fault. I worked all day yesterday, and I closed on Saturday. Granted I was sick, but still. Now I have to come in early to help clean it up.
I really didn't think it was that bad. Comparitively speaking, that is. The amount of stuff that we got done is ridiculous.
I think the reason I'm frustrated is I think I'm a good manager. Fuck, I KNOW I'm a good manager. I don't know what's wrong with me lately though. No matter how much I work and how hard I try, it just feels like I'm never getting enough done, and apparently it's noticeable to other people too.
Which brings me to my next problem. I think I'm sick. And by sick, I don't mean I have a cold. I think there's something wrong with me that requires me to go to the doctor, but I HATE the doctor. Why should I go spend money to see a guy who's gonna tell me to rest and drink fluids? I could've figured that out on my own. But the more and more time that goes by, and the fact that even if I'm better for a few days, everything comes back, the more I worry. I think I might be anemic, or have diabetes, but my boyfriend and my manager want me to take a pregnancy test. I know I'm not pregnant, but they're both insisting I do, so I guess it couldn't hurt.
My car is falling apart too. Like, literally. My tires are bald, my brakes are grinding, the wiring is shot and I don't have any heat, I haven't gotten an oil change in probably 6 months. I KNOW I should fix these things, but I don't care enough, the car fucking hates me anyway. I'm trying to save money, so maybe I'll just buy a new car eventually.
Last night didn't suck quite as much as my nights have been recently. I went to the strip club with my boyfriend and my friend (and apparently I was the only one who had been to a strip club before), and we saw our friend dance. She was good, I was proud, heh. Then I came home and took a nice relaxing shower. Then I had amazing sex. I'll save the details for myself.
Well, now I have to go to work early so I can just get frustrated and hate myself even more. Do I sound depressed? Maybe I'm depressed. My mother's bi-polar, who knows.
I was supposed to be in work at 2, so I woke up early so I could play World of Warcraft. Then I get a call from my manager. Apparently, the store looked like shit, which is my fault. I worked all day yesterday, and I closed on Saturday. Granted I was sick, but still. Now I have to come in early to help clean it up.
I really didn't think it was that bad. Comparitively speaking, that is. The amount of stuff that we got done is ridiculous.
I think the reason I'm frustrated is I think I'm a good manager. Fuck, I KNOW I'm a good manager. I don't know what's wrong with me lately though. No matter how much I work and how hard I try, it just feels like I'm never getting enough done, and apparently it's noticeable to other people too.
Which brings me to my next problem. I think I'm sick. And by sick, I don't mean I have a cold. I think there's something wrong with me that requires me to go to the doctor, but I HATE the doctor. Why should I go spend money to see a guy who's gonna tell me to rest and drink fluids? I could've figured that out on my own. But the more and more time that goes by, and the fact that even if I'm better for a few days, everything comes back, the more I worry. I think I might be anemic, or have diabetes, but my boyfriend and my manager want me to take a pregnancy test. I know I'm not pregnant, but they're both insisting I do, so I guess it couldn't hurt.
My car is falling apart too. Like, literally. My tires are bald, my brakes are grinding, the wiring is shot and I don't have any heat, I haven't gotten an oil change in probably 6 months. I KNOW I should fix these things, but I don't care enough, the car fucking hates me anyway. I'm trying to save money, so maybe I'll just buy a new car eventually.
Last night didn't suck quite as much as my nights have been recently. I went to the strip club with my boyfriend and my friend (and apparently I was the only one who had been to a strip club before), and we saw our friend dance. She was good, I was proud, heh. Then I came home and took a nice relaxing shower. Then I had amazing sex. I'll save the details for myself.
Well, now I have to go to work early so I can just get frustrated and hate myself even more. Do I sound depressed? Maybe I'm depressed. My mother's bi-polar, who knows.
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I just noticed that you're on Kalecgos
It's a shame you sided with the bad guys :p
FOR THE HORDE!!!