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at 10 pm last night i erupted into a fountain of vomit. nice, yeah? i came home at the end of my shift, puked a little bit more, and went strait to bed. i don't really feel much better right now aside from not being *quite* as nauseous and i can't play hooky because i have an exam and a project due.
i got bitched out for defending a coworker yesterday - the girl that had the panic attack called off to get some of the stuff that's mounting up in her schoolwork done and bossman was *not* happy even though someone came in to cover her shift. i told him she had an anxiety disorder and forgot to take her meds and had a panic attack and he just said "jesus christ, she's on meds too? what the fuck is wrong with you people? you know what? that's not my fucking problem." and went on to hint at the fact that he's going to fire her. i advised him against it (you know, lawsuits and such) and he flipped his shit on me again cuz, you know, it's my fault.
it was pretty much a 40 minute bitch out session about all the shit he feels is going wrong with the store and bitching me out for requesting off the night of this town's giant halloween party. sorry if i don't feel like being there for *every* big event this town has. i've been there for ALL of the downtown festivals, and you know what? i ran with *one* count that, ONE cashier for each one. the store made upwards of $15000 (we normally average about 6) on each of those days and i had a giant workload to complete - each time. so fuck him.
i have to talk to him today about medical leave for this next exploratory back surgery and i'm dreading it. i just know he's going to fucking explode, and i'm sick and irritable so i'll be lucky to keep my job by the time the conversation is over.
man fuck this shit. if i didn't need the insurance so bad i'd walk the fuck out.
i got bitched out for defending a coworker yesterday - the girl that had the panic attack called off to get some of the stuff that's mounting up in her schoolwork done and bossman was *not* happy even though someone came in to cover her shift. i told him she had an anxiety disorder and forgot to take her meds and had a panic attack and he just said "jesus christ, she's on meds too? what the fuck is wrong with you people? you know what? that's not my fucking problem." and went on to hint at the fact that he's going to fire her. i advised him against it (you know, lawsuits and such) and he flipped his shit on me again cuz, you know, it's my fault.
it was pretty much a 40 minute bitch out session about all the shit he feels is going wrong with the store and bitching me out for requesting off the night of this town's giant halloween party. sorry if i don't feel like being there for *every* big event this town has. i've been there for ALL of the downtown festivals, and you know what? i ran with *one* count that, ONE cashier for each one. the store made upwards of $15000 (we normally average about 6) on each of those days and i had a giant workload to complete - each time. so fuck him.
i have to talk to him today about medical leave for this next exploratory back surgery and i'm dreading it. i just know he's going to fucking explode, and i'm sick and irritable so i'll be lucky to keep my job by the time the conversation is over.
man fuck this shit. if i didn't need the insurance so bad i'd walk the fuck out.