One-Hundred Twenty-Four

...that's how many days until my planned resignation day. No way in hell I'm going to make it that long... I'm getting a headache just thinking about work, gah.

Right now? ...right now, they expect me to give up any and/or all of my days off to cover for anyone/anywhere at a moment's notice. Sure, I didn't mind when I was still a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed thing. New job was fun. New job was learning new things...

Fuh.

Learning new things right now means that you've been put in the middle of a 'crisis' between coworker and manager that has been on-going since the first day the manager walked into the store.

Means having to listen to the girl up front YELLING AND SCREAMING TO THE TOP OF HER LUNGS over the telephone when we aren't allowed personal telephone calls. Scaring the customers away. Making my headache even worse...

I'm tempted to call the Slip-In and ask Buddy if he still needs someone over there. I'd gladly work for him, if it meant that I'd get away from all the craziness and migraine headaches...

mrrf.

mrrf... yay

New layout... first one I've made since... sometime in February.

Whee.

Its funny...

I just remembered what I dreamed last night:

I was wandering through Peebles (where I used to work) and it was deserted oO; But Cindy was working there (she left and moved back to Ohio, in real life) and I was wearing heels.

OMG, I never wear heels, I can't walk in heels :P

Why the hell am I dreaming about Peebles, though? oO;; That job was almost as bad as the one I have now...

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Oh, how I'd love to call in dead... Not sick, but DEAD. Ugh, p-chat finally loaded properly, and I got half of a unicorn sketched out :P Now I've gotta get ready for work...

...yes, the day's headache has been progressively getting worse. Yay for headaches. I will die tonight if its busy -- working with Mary. Someone help me...

PS -- Riding the bike to work. Let's add insult to injury, shall we?