I am running out of material.
Nov. 14th, 2009 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lifeaslizzieEvery time I update lately, I stare at the subject line after I have written: Worst Day Ever. EVERY day cannot be the worst ever... so why does it feel that way?!
I wanted to tear hair out today at work. Not just my own, for being behind with things...
--Lori's, for harassing me about this and that, not helping with any of it.
--Julius's, for shitting his pants 3 times in half an hour, ruining 3 outfits I put him in.
--Tony's, for having no patience.
--Bernice's, for being her sister's "advocate" and coming to get me when I failed to show up to take her to the bathroom after her bell was on for two minutes. [I was in getting someone else out of bed!]
--Volunteers who snap "HER FAMILY SITS THERE!" when I offer to help being people to some program that isn't even part of my job, and sit someone apparently in the wrong seat. MY BAD.
--Orientee Who Shall Not Be Named who didn't do her job this morning and forgot people left and right, whose messes I cleaned up all day... ugh! The only thing she cared about was getting break and lunch. Fail.
I didn't get breakfast, then missed my break due to Julius shitting his pants for the 3rd time. Then when lunch finally rolled around, it sucked, so I had a couple pieces of toast instead. It was just brutal.
You know, I've had jobs I didn't like before, but this is getting unreasonable.
And, to make matters even better, my period arrived last night. Three and a half weeks late, presumably stress to blame for that one. Cramps like no one's business. Heavier than it ought to be. Nausea... irritable and achy... I am miserable, and forgot to bring ibuprofen or my Midol, so I was extra happy to be at work this morning!
I am hoping that tomorrow won't be The Worst Day Ever, also, but I don't have a good feeling about it. At least there is a Monday off, alone, to look forward to.
I wanted to tear hair out today at work. Not just my own, for being behind with things...
--Lori's, for harassing me about this and that, not helping with any of it.
--Julius's, for shitting his pants 3 times in half an hour, ruining 3 outfits I put him in.
--Tony's, for having no patience.
--Bernice's, for being her sister's "advocate" and coming to get me when I failed to show up to take her to the bathroom after her bell was on for two minutes. [I was in getting someone else out of bed!]
--Volunteers who snap "HER FAMILY SITS THERE!" when I offer to help being people to some program that isn't even part of my job, and sit someone apparently in the wrong seat. MY BAD.
--Orientee Who Shall Not Be Named who didn't do her job this morning and forgot people left and right, whose messes I cleaned up all day... ugh! The only thing she cared about was getting break and lunch. Fail.
I didn't get breakfast, then missed my break due to Julius shitting his pants for the 3rd time. Then when lunch finally rolled around, it sucked, so I had a couple pieces of toast instead. It was just brutal.
You know, I've had jobs I didn't like before, but this is getting unreasonable.
And, to make matters even better, my period arrived last night. Three and a half weeks late, presumably stress to blame for that one. Cramps like no one's business. Heavier than it ought to be. Nausea... irritable and achy... I am miserable, and forgot to bring ibuprofen or my Midol, so I was extra happy to be at work this morning!
I am hoping that tomorrow won't be The Worst Day Ever, also, but I don't have a good feeling about it. At least there is a Monday off, alone, to look forward to.
