First day back at work

This is a tirade about the ways in which I hate my job- you don't have to read this, really you don't.

I just had such a crappy day. This was my first day back at work after the holiday, and it had a little bit of everything that I hate about my job. I had a woman calling to complain about non-delivery of an order placed for same day delivery in the first week of December last year. I had my mother/boss come into work and complain and sit around talking about feeling dizzy (I had been on my feet with no breaks of any kind for ten hours, I was a little dizzy and uncomfortable too). I had customers making a fuss because the phone started to ring when they were in the store, and apparently that means they are the centre of the universe, and then not buy anyhting any way. I had people asking questions that didn't comprise a question, just a few mumbled nouns and the rest was guess work. And the crazy and boring woman who carries around photos of her cats came in to chat!

And my mothers husband, who has threatened to kill me, who has the mental capacity of someone with a developmental disorder but without the excuse, this is the one who is hired to do the deliveries! So, I not only have to put up with this giant, violent, stupid person who specifically dislikes me, but he milked some cows this morning, so he reeked of cow poo.

Yay for my life.

So, I have been checking through every online job search site I can find for a job, any job. As long as it has flexible hours so I can fit it around classes when they starts back up, and is a permanent position. Not so easy when you haven't finished your degree and can't work in food service.

SCREAM!!!!!!

I'll be another year older in a week and a bit. I'm feeling it. I hate that I still have top put up with my mothers crappy life choices - when you work with her, her life infects your own. I would so love to be free to do as I wish, and hey, maybe even work for a company that allows their senior managers meal breaks once in a while. I want to work where I don't have customers, and no crazy people, and no family in my face, and no psychotic angry man threatening me.

Honestly, I can handle boring, I can handle long hours. I can handle repetitive. I can handle a long commute. At this point I could even handle experimenting on little animals, I just can't handle working in that evil little soul sucking flower shop any more.

AND! AND! AND! V-day is on its way!!! Valentines day is the bane of every florists existence. And I just know my mother and her stupid, worst-decision-she-ever-made, second husband are going to make my life hell, an absolute, living hell.


If you are still reading this I both apologize for the shouting, and wonder just how bored you must have been to have gotten this far.