I hate my job.
I work at McDonalds. Never have they EVER given me the hours I've requested, and now all of a sudden because a key employee went on vacation, they've been working me monday-friday (i have other duties on the weekend). And honestly? I'm just tired. The customers, the owner of the place, the unfair management under one manager.
Funny thing? They all know that I loathe working there. It's become more a laugh for them then most things. I make my hatred of that place blatantly known. I love my co-workers, but I hate food service with the intensity of 1,000 suns. I get away with a lot there too, because I am a good employee (most the time), like dying my bangs purple - people have gotten yelled at for less than that - wearing obnoxious rocker jewelry - and even giving the owner a hard time. Let's not get started on my sailor's mouth when I'm there. I can say something completely inappropriate, and they erupt in laughter. I'm glad at least I can entertain someone with my lack of enthusiasm for the job I work.
Mom's leaving on Sunday to visit my grandmother in Florida. I have to hold down the fort because our old vacay horse-sitters sold their barn, and I really didn't trust anyone else with them.
They already have the schedules out for next week, but I am seriously considering finding replacements for at least two days so I can have a REAL day off! Feed the horses, turn them out, and sit on my butt until it's time to bring them in. I need some time for me, and by God I will have it! No clients, no customers, no parents on my back, no schedule and time management.. I just need to chill the heck out, because I am so close to an emotional break down that it's not even funny.
I'm cramped up inside, when I'm usually outside, riding, and getting all the therapy I need. Boy are they going to be ticked this summer when I've got horses to fit for show, and I'll be able to only work mornings and weekdays. -sigh- I'm just going sofa kinging crazy.
I've got a lovely bunch of Neuticals,
There they are all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head