dalekpatronus: (ZOIDBERG ✪ RAAAAAWR)
I was really looking forward to the weekend. Work was shit this week and my mom knew that I had a meltdown in front of people yesterday.

Sure I got to sleep in today.

But now she's going fucking insane. She won't listen to me when I explain what happened with the credit card charges and acts like I was saying that I wasn't going to pay for any of it. She wants to start doing EXTREME cleaning RIGHT NOW because I'll have a guest here in...three weeks? What the fuck, mom? Three weeks is plenty of time to get everything done, do we really have to shine and oil the goddamn kitchen cupboards? Do I really need to clean my carpet today? All that's going to happen is that it's going to get dirty before the sixth and there will be another mad rush to clean it AGAIN.

Fuck man, I really needed today just to chill, but I guess that's just too much to ask.

ETA

Whoops. Totally forgot that when she's in moods like this I have to pretend like I don't have feelings. Let me load up my robot program. :| 

ETA PART TWO!


I'm making cheese fries. All is right with the world again.
dalekpatronus: (ALICE ✪ FUCK)
And the day is already ruined.


So much for having a less rage filled day at work...
dalekpatronus: (Default)
I swear I just want to quit coming to work on Monday altogether. The important shit I have to get done always has to take a back seat because of someone else's incompetence and I always get nearly violently upset about it. I'm amazed I haven't given myself A fucking ulcer over it yet. Gtjnjptmjtjt. Just...ugh. Only here a little over an hour and I already want to go home and go right back to bed.
dalekpatronus: (PANDORAHEARTS ✪ Shit)
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. 
dalekpatronus: (CORDA ✪ 俺が関係ない)
Today was supposed to be a good day.

It was raining, usually something that perks me right up.

So how is it that this ended up being the shittiest day that I've had in a while? 

After a crappy day at work I'd just like to come home and vent a little bit so that I can relax, but I don't get that luxury unless my dad is dead asleep because I'm too loud.

I'm already on the verge of dreading going to work, I shouldn't feel the same thing when I'm ready to come home. Don't want to be there, don't want to be here; it's really just not fair.

The end of next month can't come soon enough, I'm so tired of feeling this way.

eta

Yeah, thanks mom.  I couldn't be just frustrated and genuinely upset over something, it had to be that I didn't get enough sleep last night. 

Thanks for guilt tripping me about getting upset when I'm being walked all over too. I guess I'll just train myself to be a doormat and to keep my mouth shut from now on.
dalekpatronus: (BLEACH ✪ 'Scuse me?)
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.
dalekpatronus: (ALICE ✪ Nfufufu~)
I've been up for around fifteen minutes.

I've already heard the words 'fuck' and 'asshole'. I'm so amused.

This can only mean that the day will get better. /o/ 

At least I hope as much.

Mom has physical therapy at 1:30 and then we have an appointment to get an estimate on my car at 3:00.

I'm hoping to be able to stop by the world market and see if they're hiring by any chance. If anything it would be a completely new experience if I could get something there, but we'll see.  I just remember that they only have paper applications, nothing online.  I finally finished one last night, I would have finished two if firefox hadn't been freezing every time I clicked on something. Then by the time I actually got it to cooperate my application had timed out and of course I didn't make a restart code. Bawwwwwww.

I'm feeling a little off again, but perhaps that's the stress talking. As usual a lot of it hits all at once, but it can't really be helped.

For now, though, it's time to SHOWER. +_+

ETA

...my mom and I just had a brief conversation about the penis and how I thought it was ugly as sin. I...just don't even know. |DDD
dalekpatronus: (AKIO - Discard all feelings~)
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.

dalekpatronus: (Default)
Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

Not a good day and sadly not a damn bit of it was my fault.  I was an hour late to work because the dumbass that gave me my schedule told me the wrong time.  You'd think that when a reliable worker doesn't show up for work on time that there might be a problem.  Most managers would think to CALL the employee to see if there was a communication breakdown or if something had happened.  At least that was the way it always worked at my other jobs.  Did I get a call? Nope.  Instead I got treated like shit all day and had to deal with passive aggressive jabs that basically told me my manager didn't believe a word that I said.  Since I started working there in October there have only been two days that I didn't show up for work and both times I made sure to call in.  Correction, the second time I was late because my car wouldn't start and when I called to tell my boss I was on the way she just told me not to worry about it and to take the day off.  I even showed up when I felt like shit and should have been in bed.  Fuck you, I don't deserve being treated like an idiot when someone else made the goddamn mistake.

Then there's pressure from a million other things, the move mostly.  I'm still not packed up all the way and I'm not entirely sure that I'm going to get the help I need when I need it.  Half of my room is nothing but boxes right now and the other half is my living space plus a gigantic trash bag that I'm filling up as I go.  I just want everything to be done with so that I don't have to worry over anything any more. Tomorrow I work again, going in early to make up for the time that I lost today.  After that I'm going to pack even more shit up and then sit and stare at all the fucking boxes.  Hopefully Friday I'll be able to get someone to help me move some of them, but I'm not going to hold my breath.  My mom tells me that one of my nephews will be free for something or other, but with my luck it'll be the one that isn't really capable of lifting anything right now.  That's what I need help with, lifting things.

I have more to say, but I don't really care right now.  Fuck everything, I'm just going to bed.  Hopefully the ridiculous amount of rage will have receded by then and I won't feel like I need to stab someone in the throat with a pair of scissors.

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