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selkie at 06:04pm on 22/07/2004
selkie at 06:04pm on 22/07/2004Ooooooooooh, m'head hurts.
I can't do the long days anymore, y'all. I still love my store -- love my store, did we think this was possible anymore? -- but the gappy, crappy schedule full of teeny-boppers calling out, covering each other and deciding not to cover each other? I can live without that shite, especially given my lovely commute.
I did get to say "I am too expensive to cover your shift". Twice. Today. (That sounds bad, I know, but I am very, very well paid on the relative scale of things, and the hours I get are the hours my store can afford me. Facts. [If you are in a car wreck, having a panic attack, or your kid is sick, I will cover you. I will take the crap for covering you. Those are legitimate reasons. "I want to go to Canada/the beach/my stepmom's house 'cos she's having a barbecue" are not. And those are all reasons I heard today.])
I left the paper order where the driver left the paper order, because I can't heft boxes anymore, either. So, on the whole, a good day, just a little stressful; but I am so, so, so tired. And the eleven-hour shifts used to be NP.
...and my foster brother, whom I have tried to treat as an equal in all things, because I was a foster kid once, stole $20 out of my purse. Unequivocally, totally without doubt, he stole it. I wanted to see if he was stealing it, because I suspect him of stealing other shiny things. I did what we do at work when we suspect a partner of dipping: I marked the bill. It turned up in his trouser pocket. I should know, because I do his fucking laundry.
That makes it different, kids. That is Not To Be Borne.
So. Yeah. My head hurts wicked bad. But I really, really get a kick out of my partners, so life is still good.
Oh, and last night was so much fun. Cheers, Milliways!
I can't do the long days anymore, y'all. I still love my store -- love my store, did we think this was possible anymore? -- but the gappy, crappy schedule full of teeny-boppers calling out, covering each other and deciding not to cover each other? I can live without that shite, especially given my lovely commute.
I did get to say "I am too expensive to cover your shift". Twice. Today. (That sounds bad, I know, but I am very, very well paid on the relative scale of things, and the hours I get are the hours my store can afford me. Facts. [If you are in a car wreck, having a panic attack, or your kid is sick, I will cover you. I will take the crap for covering you. Those are legitimate reasons. "I want to go to Canada/the beach/my stepmom's house 'cos she's having a barbecue" are not. And those are all reasons I heard today.])
I left the paper order where the driver left the paper order, because I can't heft boxes anymore, either. So, on the whole, a good day, just a little stressful; but I am so, so, so tired. And the eleven-hour shifts used to be NP.
...and my foster brother, whom I have tried to treat as an equal in all things, because I was a foster kid once, stole $20 out of my purse. Unequivocally, totally without doubt, he stole it. I wanted to see if he was stealing it, because I suspect him of stealing other shiny things. I did what we do at work when we suspect a partner of dipping: I marked the bill. It turned up in his trouser pocket. I should know, because I do his fucking laundry.
That makes it different, kids. That is Not To Be Borne.
So. Yeah. My head hurts wicked bad. But I really, really get a kick out of my partners, so life is still good.
Oh, and last night was so much fun. Cheers, Milliways!
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