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And the day is already ruined.


So much for having a less rage filled day at work...

Seriously, just fuck today.

At this point I just want a fucking hug, to curl up and cry and then take a goddamn nap.

ETA

Today really was just fabbity fab fab fab. :| 

And by that I mean just supremely shitty.

Had it sprang on me right off the bat that I was supposed to be there at 8:15 instead of 8:30 this morning (and ultimately didn't make it in until 8:40 because I'm a tard and left my wallet so I had to go back) because she needed me to cover Denise's shift at the front desk. At least Cindy acknowledged that it was her error because she didn't call me to tell me. But still, manning the front desk on Monday is just bad in general be there because...I have 3-4 days worth of paperwork to catch up on. But I figure it's fine because after lunch I'll still have nearly four hours to catch up.

HAHA. WRONG! 

Not only did someone fuck up my morning by pretty much just...lying about me while I'm standing right there (saying that I made comments about the check I gave them and that I told one of the other managers not to write them one when they asked for it. seriously, wtf?), but then it got worse because the ramen bar girl called in. No problem until about 11:30 when people just...started sitting down and waiting. So who gets to handle that? Me, of course, having to run over there and cook for the three people waiting. Cindy told me to close right after them, but did that happen? HA. NO. Two more came up and I couldn't very well tell them NOT SERVING YOU because they already saw me serving the others and there's no sign posted at all. So ultimately I was stuck over there for an hour and a half cooking and washing dishes. At least I got a decent amount of tips out of it, though I have to wonder if that girl really meant to leave me all of her change. Eight dollars total, nicest haul I've gotten from over there, I guess.

Finally got to lunch a little after one and didn't even feel like eating because I was already upset, but I forced myself to do it anyway and subsequently made myself feel even more sick. I spent the remaining time at work at my desk and trying to clear all the paper off before I had to leave, but the waves of nausea PLUS the most monstrous cramps I've had in years kind of set me back a little. So basically, got SHIT accomplished today. I even forgot to stop at the bank on the way home and deposit the check my mom gave me.

At the very least, I didn't have to deal with any of the vendors on the phone that I was dreading dealing with so...that's good? 

And those tips. :|  yeah...that's pretty much it. I was basically so frustrated and fed up by the time I was at lunch that I really just sat at the table and stared at my food, trying not to cry before I finally shoved it all down. Still feel like I'm going to vomit, still feel likeI want to punch babies, but at least I'm home now and I have the option of taking a nap. HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH.

I seriously just feel stretched too thin when it comes to work these days. I keep getting reminded how important my job is by bossu waifu, but then I get pulled away to handle everyone else's shit. It's no wonder I'm still making mistakes and forgetting to keep up with my handful of orders that I do, I'm too busy covering everyone else's ass when they can't deliver. They really need to get in gear and start hiring some people so that I can actually start to like going to work in the mornings again.

Yeah...about that nap. I think I'm going to do that now. >:< 

EDITY EDIT EDIT

Hnnnngh. And that really just makes me feel worse. I should be well past it, but for some reason I really just can't let it go. Can't have a shitty day without a little vague thrown in. 

Involuntary twitching of the hand is not my idea of fun.  Not being able to control the computer mouse is not fun.  Having to type each word more than once is not fun either.  I have a feeling this has to do with the fact that I tried to pop my neck earlier and all of a sudden tears were streaming down my face it hurt so bad.  Freaked my mom out pretty good just to see me frozen there, clutching at the side of my neck and crying.

Motor function =/= mother function.  And amusing as that near typo was, I really hope this clears up by the morning.  There's no way I can drive with things like this and there's a lot of stuff I really want to do.

Here's to hoping?

At least the rest of the day was good, that's something to be said.  Perhaps I'll get the chance to write more tomorrow, who knows.

Bah.

It seems that the emo is everywhere, must be something in the water. Or the air.

Pain, I'm in a considerable amount of it.

Coincidences, they make me think that I'm living someone else's life only steps behind them.

Concerns, most of them will be kept to myself because I don't want to be brushed off again.

Cranky?  You bet I am, but I blame that on the massive amount of prescription strength ibuprofen that's been consumed in the last three days.  Perhaps the other health issues that are popping up might have something to do with that as well.  There was talk of going back to the doctor to ask if it was possible to get a prescription for something stronger that would actually help with the pain, but then the realization that it would probably mean going into physical therapy again.  No thanks, I'd rather to continue suffering for the time being.

And now I'm going to pretend like I can sleep, big things to do tomorrow.

ETA.

800 entries. Yay.

Or something.