stop the ride, I wanna get off
Dec. 24th, 2018 07:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaksI want to grab life by the shoulders and say, “Just. stop. moving.”
After spending a couple thousand dollars fixing up the two trucks that my parents use daily, I thought we were all set. Then my car had something break in the steering column, the part has to be ordered, and it’s not a good idea to drive it in the meantime. So I am stuck driving one of the trucks. Which, for reference, is almost as old as I am and DOES NOT run well, even with all its shit fixed.
It didn’t want to start this afternoon when I finished work. Or rather, it would start but wouldn’t stay running. I encountered some...difficulties. I eventually got it to stay running so I could get home. But that was officially the last straw, and I spent the 30-minute drive home sobbing.
Why was it the last straw?
I’ve been sick for almost two weeks, but I only missed one day of work. All my shifts have been hilariously disastrous, because everyone else is also sick, but they get to stay home, because they are not keeping the damn shop afloat. Also, with the holiday, everyone who is not sick is out of town, including my boss. So no one else works in my shop, apparently, I am coughing up a lung, and I am very much over this arrangement.
And this morning, I found out that our supplier/delivery driver contrived to leave us the wrong delivery schedule. Which means we placed orders that they had no intention of filling today or indeed ever, nor did they intend to address that wee mix-up. So I did not receive any food today, and I will not receive any until Thursday, and I am not going to last. No, not even with us being closed for Christmas Day. And my assistant for the morning got their schedule wrong and arrived a half hour late, which wasn’t really their fault but it DID NOT help matters. And we were mad busy all day. And one of the higher-ups has been breathing down my neck for days about fuck only knows what, like why my boss is working certain hours and why we went through so many tomatoes in one week. ???
Hence, the sobbing for thirty minutes.
I am too fucking disabled for this shit. My three-days-a-week schedule did not mean “three days, but make them as long and as difficult as you want, and feel free to line them all up back-to-back across two weeks, and add extra days whenever you need to.”
*whinewhinewhine*
On the other hand, my copy of Venom arrived today. If there’s anything left of me, I would like to watch it and then possibly finish either of the two partially-written fic I have going for that.
After spending a couple thousand dollars fixing up the two trucks that my parents use daily, I thought we were all set. Then my car had something break in the steering column, the part has to be ordered, and it’s not a good idea to drive it in the meantime. So I am stuck driving one of the trucks. Which, for reference, is almost as old as I am and DOES NOT run well, even with all its shit fixed.
It didn’t want to start this afternoon when I finished work. Or rather, it would start but wouldn’t stay running. I encountered some...difficulties. I eventually got it to stay running so I could get home. But that was officially the last straw, and I spent the 30-minute drive home sobbing.
Why was it the last straw?
I’ve been sick for almost two weeks, but I only missed one day of work. All my shifts have been hilariously disastrous, because everyone else is also sick, but they get to stay home, because they are not keeping the damn shop afloat. Also, with the holiday, everyone who is not sick is out of town, including my boss. So no one else works in my shop, apparently, I am coughing up a lung, and I am very much over this arrangement.
And this morning, I found out that our supplier/delivery driver contrived to leave us the wrong delivery schedule. Which means we placed orders that they had no intention of filling today or indeed ever, nor did they intend to address that wee mix-up. So I did not receive any food today, and I will not receive any until Thursday, and I am not going to last. No, not even with us being closed for Christmas Day. And my assistant for the morning got their schedule wrong and arrived a half hour late, which wasn’t really their fault but it DID NOT help matters. And we were mad busy all day. And one of the higher-ups has been breathing down my neck for days about fuck only knows what, like why my boss is working certain hours and why we went through so many tomatoes in one week. ???
Hence, the sobbing for thirty minutes.
I am too fucking disabled for this shit. My three-days-a-week schedule did not mean “three days, but make them as long and as difficult as you want, and feel free to line them all up back-to-back across two weeks, and add extra days whenever you need to.”
*whinewhinewhine*
On the other hand, my copy of Venom arrived today. If there’s anything left of me, I would like to watch it and then possibly finish either of the two partially-written fic I have going for that.
