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.