i've been feeling pretty shitty all week now and i'm not sure what it is. it's a combination of all kinds of stuff. i haven't really had a chance to rest in the past few days, so i was looking forward to my day off. working till 2 in the morning on Saturday night and the assistant manager says "wait...you don't have tomorrow off. you're in 11-7." turns out my boss had written my name down three times for Sunday and not erased two of them. the top one said i was working 11-7, the middle said i was off and the thrid said nothing. i had only noticed the one that said i was off, and apparently after scheduling Sunday so had the manager, because without Sunday offi'd have only one day off this week. i'm not supposed to work six days a week, only fve since i'm not a manager (i'm not even a keyholder). the assistant manager told me not to worry about it and just to send an email to the guy who was opening the next morning to tell him i wasn't coming in and to call the manager and maybe the district manager as well, since the manager was the one who had fucked up (and had turned his cell phone off the night before, which was retarded since he's the manager and needs to be available). i sent the email but still got a call at around 11 this morning, and another at around 12:30. i slept through both of them and didn't wake up till 4 in the afternoon (with a lovely bladder infection to greet me 
). so i listened to the messages when i did get up and they basically said "get your ass in here NOW." i didn't call back, i was in pretty bad pain anyway and my job was one of the last things on my mind. i really don't want that guy to be mad at me since i really like him, he's very nice, but i always end up screwing him somehow every weekend because my schedule gets changed without me knowing it, i get caught in traffic because of an accident (that day really sucked). if i have to leave the job i don't really care. making minimum wage after making $11 an hour - no matter how fun and easy the job is - really really sucks. the manager has been a complete dick lately and will probably get fired soon. i've been sick off and on for a while now and i'm beginning to worry that something more serious is going on (i can't even work out anymore, i get really nauseous right away). i'm pretty sure i get these infections from the bathroom at work, too. i never got them before and that's the only thing that's changed since i started having them. the bathroom is absolutely filthy, the sink doesn't work some of the time and there's no soap anyway, and the toilet paper sits on a pile of dirty (as in physically dirty) magazines. no one wants to clean it, the company won't buy cleaning supplies and no one wants to spend their own money on cleaning it. i really don't want to be reduced to bringing my own fucking toilet paper to work. and i very much doubt that hand sanitizer is really going to do anything for hands that are blackened with dirt. it doesn't affect the rest of the staff because i'm the only girl there.
whatever, i'm going to bed. then i get to drink more fucking cranberry juice in the morning. we called a doctor and, in all his medical wisdom, he said "well make sure you drink lots of water and some people say that cranberry juice helps." THANKS, DOC. I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA, ESPECIALLY SEEING AS THIS IS MY SECOND INFECTION IN TWO MONTHS. i'm really not interested in going to see the doctor, and definitely not interested in ending up on antibiotics and painkillers again (yeah, i sure do loooove being sensitive to SUNLIGHT, motherfuckers). sooo hopefully it's nothing serious.
). so i listened to the messages when i did get up and they basically said "get your ass in here NOW." i didn't call back, i was in pretty bad pain anyway and my job was one of the last things on my mind. i really don't want that guy to be mad at me since i really like him, he's very nice, but i always end up screwing him somehow every weekend because my schedule gets changed without me knowing it, i get caught in traffic because of an accident (that day really sucked). if i have to leave the job i don't really care. making minimum wage after making $11 an hour - no matter how fun and easy the job is - really really sucks. the manager has been a complete dick lately and will probably get fired soon. i've been sick off and on for a while now and i'm beginning to worry that something more serious is going on (i can't even work out anymore, i get really nauseous right away). i'm pretty sure i get these infections from the bathroom at work, too. i never got them before and that's the only thing that's changed since i started having them. the bathroom is absolutely filthy, the sink doesn't work some of the time and there's no soap anyway, and the toilet paper sits on a pile of dirty (as in physically dirty) magazines. no one wants to clean it, the company won't buy cleaning supplies and no one wants to spend their own money on cleaning it. i really don't want to be reduced to bringing my own fucking toilet paper to work. and i very much doubt that hand sanitizer is really going to do anything for hands that are blackened with dirt. it doesn't affect the rest of the staff because i'm the only girl there.
whatever, i'm going to bed. then i get to drink more fucking cranberry juice in the morning. we called a doctor and, in all his medical wisdom, he said "well make sure you drink lots of water and some people say that cranberry juice helps." THANKS, DOC. I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA, ESPECIALLY SEEING AS THIS IS MY SECOND INFECTION IN TWO MONTHS. i'm really not interested in going to see the doctor, and definitely not interested in ending up on antibiotics and painkillers again (yeah, i sure do loooove being sensitive to SUNLIGHT, motherfuckers). sooo hopefully it's nothing serious.
hmmm maybe that came out oddly. hope you feel better, champ