Dear work, thank you for ruining this beautiful day....
A select few may remember this summer when I half-jokingly declared that I was never going to be a nice person again for the rest of my life. Well, I meant it. What's the point in being nice when you just get walked all over?? I'm going to spend the rest of my life being a royal bitch, because I don't think I'll come out any less than I already have.
Today, for example, started out as a good day, and has progressively morphed into a terrible one (again).
I walk into work (which I might add, my hour today is voluntary, because I've already got too many hours that I don't want anymore but because Thursday is a busy day, and there is nobody else able to work on Thursdays because they decided not to hire on anyone else even though in my personal opinion they should have, since we now have Thursday afternoons more or less empty and it definitely shouldn't be since we have things that need to get done on Thursdays) this afternoon, and I really don't want to be there because I hate going to work now (it used to be the highlights of my week and now I hate it). So I'm there just in time to do something that I REALLLLLLLLLLY hate (and always have, this has nothing to do with my recent detesting of my job). This task is something that takes about two, maybe three hours, and involves going downtown and taking a long time...well guess what?? I have less than an hour until my next class (which I also hate, but can't justify skipping because I know I'll want to skip later, even though I should probably skip now rather than later since now at least it's somewhat easy, but that's besides the point)!! Less than an hour to do something that takes two to three hours! So that means that I'm going to have to use post-class time to do stupid work that I hate because nobody else is assigned to work on Thursday afternoons because they didn't want to hire anyone else even though CLEARLY we need someone else. I'm just going to skip work on Thursdays now for the rest of the semester, who cares? I don't want to get stuck with shit jobs that I detest (I was permanent poster bitch during sophomore year, and I hated it, but I did it without complaining, now it's time to let someone else do it! I have things to do for god's sake!). I volunteered to work on Thursdays, even though I didn't want to so that someone would be there because someone is definitely needed, but now, fuck that. I'm taking myself off the schedule on Thursday afternoons for this precise reason. After class is over, instead of having three hours to maybe get ahead on homework and whatnot so I don't have to do it this weekend, I now have to walk around downtown by myself, asking all the stupid businesses downtown if I can hang up this stupid poster for the stupid concert that I'm not even going to (it's tomorrow night), and wasting three hours (I don't even care that I'm getting paid, because I'm pissed off enough that I have to do it, even though I don't have time) that I was going to use to get ahead of my stuff for once (it's not like I have a take-home essay due on Tuesday that I don't want to do, or a Chem test next Thursday that I want to get a head start on studying for...not like that's important.).
Which leads me to my next rant: Why should I have to hang up posters for a concert that's tomorrow night when it's not even our department's fault that they weren't printed on time in the first place? The damn concert is tomorrow night, the department in charge should have gotten on the ball for once and gotten the posters out in a timely manner (ie, NOT THE DAY BEFORE), and if they fucked up in that department, then it should be THEIR responsibility to hang up the posters, NOT OURS.
Going back to my first rant, it used to be somewhat fun being poster bitch, even though I hated the job, because at least I had someone to go with me, and we usually "accidentally" made Culver's our last stop, so that the end of the job would be having ice cream. Now, said person is gone and graduated, and not here...wait, just kidding. He's actually here today, visiting me. Haha, just kidding. He's visiting me, yes, that's true, but is he spending time with me? No, of course not. Why should he? My room is just a place for him to crash when he's not out with his friends, probably getting drunk again over the noon hour when they go out to lunch (lunch, ironically, one of the few hours of the day I have free), and then well, if it hadn't been for work, I would have had 4-7 free too, but not like that matters, he's out with his friends again...like he hasn't seen them all day while I was in class. I guess my consolation prize is that I get to see him this weekend, like tonight, when we go to appleton, and he falls asleep at like 11, and tomorrow when he's at work...
Maybe I should go to that damn concert after all...
Sorry if I'm a bit crabby today, but I don't appreciate having people visit me and not spend time with me!!!
- posted by L. @ 1:51 PM