Last night I was feeling depressed. This morning I felt even worse. I went into work and spent the entire morning and into the lunch period feeling like a worthless human being who is wasting air by existing. It was pretty awful.
The only reason that changed was because in the afternoon, my boss decided to kick our butts. Since we have fifty million things to do on any given day, and we never have enough time to do it, we’d fallen behind on a particular project, and she was reprimanded by HER boss, and thus handed us down an ultimatum. Which is kind of laughable, because while part 1 of the ultimatum is doable, part 2 is impossible. It’s not going to happen, unless one of us invents time travel before next Friday and goes back in time to work eight hour shifts overnight. And even then I don’t know if it would happen.
I got very stressed, so much so that by the end of my shift, I was nearly frantic. I decided to say “fuck my budget” and went to the grocery store and bought a case of beer. Killian’s, if you’re curious. And thus, I have had two beers. And right now, I feel buzzed enough to just say “fuck work” and not worry about it for tonight. Tomorrow is another day.
And at least I don’t work at Kroger anymore.
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