down with work!

Right. So instead of cutting me back, I've now got 35.5 hours the week of August 31. At least I'm not working on my birthday. Sheesh. *stabs scheduling manager* I have to speak with her tomorrow. The store manager told me that they are really short at the moment and working on hiring, so I will sus out exactly how long I will be working these types of hours. If it's awhile, I'd at least like to request more time at cash wrap - info desk is stressing me out. Working again tomorrow. Surprise, surprise. Maybe I should stop trying so hard and be a slacker.

On the bright side, I won the Norah Jones CD. Hurrah. That totally doesn't makes up for the hours today. Oh! And I found the graphic novel version of Neil Gaiman's Stardust, so I bought that today.

My arm warmers have not arrived yet. *stabs postal service* I blame my inept mail man. Getoutofyourdamnmailcar, youlazyass!

Aw.. feck. My father's come home.

*stabs self*

The idea of going to work right now is so vile... I want to stab myself just so I can call in. Had I known it was going to be this many hours, I would have gotten a really salary job that included insurance... and weekends off. Am I being overly dramatic? Maybe. But I burn out easily and have issues with people who don't listen to me and ignore simple requests.

grr.. dammit. I need to fix the form mail at cynthialin.net. *spork* Shall probably do that tonight, work on a manip for Sezza, and some other site-y things.

Oh, joy. The mail is here. I bet my package isn't and the fucker likely hasn't left my other ones either. Asshole.