9 hours

Currently, I am sitting on the kitchen counter in my sweatpants and a sweatshirt, drinking a can of pepsi, wondering why I’m not in bed yet. There’s something wonderful about a sweatshirt without a hood. Everywhere you look these days, it’s all about hoodies and zip-up jackets and whatnot. I don’t know about you, but I miss the good ole’ days when sweatshirts without hoods were the cool thing, and tying the arms around your waist was acceptable. That’s not what this post is about, though. So… whatever.

This post is about the 8.87hour shift I had tonight at work. For the sake of the title of this post, let’s just say it was 9 hours. My 9 hour shift was originally only supposed to be 6 hours. I came in two hours early, and stayed about an hour late. It was pretty much one of the worser (yes, worse-r) nights I’ve had at work. At this particular roast beef, the computers went down. For about two hours. That’s what I walked into work two hours early for. Broken computers. Eventually, they got fixed. But right now, all I care about is that they were down and I was frustrated. But, everyone was a bit frustrated, so I guess it’s fine. heh.

Also, I closed tonight. I’ve only closed twice. The first time, the manager I closed helped me out a lot and did some stuff for me. The second time, it was Christmas eve and we closed at 6pm and there were four of us there. Usually there’s only two, so with the four of us the jobs were pretty split and we all just did what we do best. So, I don’t really know everything there is to know about closing down shop. So, I ended up doing a few things wrong, not doing a couple of things that needed doing, and doing a little bit more than I was supposed to.

Really, I’m just complaining. I’m tired. My heart is tired. My mind is tired. My eyes are way tired. My back hurts. My neck hurts. I’m all alone in my apartment for another week and a half. I let someone down this week and didn’t even realize. I’ve been a jerk to my best friend.

Really, I just need a good reason to be the way that I am right now. And I don’t have a good reason. So let’s blame it on work. That’s reasonable, right?

sigh.

I’m so lame, I don’t even have anything important to say right now. This is horrible. And I’m going to post it anyways.

 

 

 

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