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!
i am alive.
this is my first day off in a week. i have done nothing today. it has been great.
i worked 6 days in a row because of inventory! it was great! when the counters hit my department, it was time for me to go home.
and i did.
my goals have slacked off while i’m toying with the idea of starting next year’s list.
for this week’s update, 118% done for the month, 78% done for the year, giving me an A.
still need to get more done.
