grumble grumble

argh.sigh.piss.moan.bitch.wail.pout.

it hasn't been a pretty day. I'm funkin, and not in a Bootsy Collins sorta way. was supposed to be off at 8, got home at 10 (insert long pathetic story about the store's front door lock core falling out--yes, really--here)(I don't even get time-and-a-half for today...we get an extra DOLLAR an hour and a floating holiday. yep). was supposed to go in at 9am tomorrow, am now going in at 7. no breaks no lunch no support until 2pm (I leave at 3). I do love my job, I do. but I am so ready to find a job I can merely tolerate just so I can have normal days off and far less drama.

that's my dream job, in a nutshell: "Normal folks' hours and .5% drama"

soon soon I'll clambor out of this fog and be my bright shiny self again. 'til then, I suggest you keep some chocolate and some soothing tunes at the ready in case you bump into me. you know... calms the savage beast and all that...