the fuckery of work

oh, the fuckery of work, never change.

work called me “late” Wednesday night. Mom told me they said i didn’t have to come into work if i didn’t want to.

why? would it have anything to do with the 48 hours they schedule me this week? maybe.

i said fuck them and went to work anyway. if they were going to give me a day off i wanted Friday so then i would have a weekend, as i have Saturday off.

why yes i was in bed at 6 o’clock at night, i get up at 2 AM for this fucking job and i am still worn out from the 6 days in a row i worked.

and yes, i got today off, i got tomorrow off, i have a weekend!

i want to use this time to get some cleaning done because i have a 4-day weekend next week with Matthew coming up. there are some projects i want to get done during that time.

time to pull some cards and get this day rolling!