One to grow on..

I went to bed last night at 10pm, relaxed. At 405am, it became apparent to me just HOW relaxed I was. I woke up, rolled over, and looked at my clock. The alarm was not set! Thankfully, I had forty more minutes before I had to get up, so I just reached over, set it, and went back to sleep.

Ironically, though my alarm was set for 445am, I woke up at 444am anyway. *sigh* Oh well, if I hadn't set it, I'd probably not have waken up then.

I'm working 6a-3p today, and I have that bloody schedule to wrangle with today. Let's hope that I can manage to get it done. I don't want to have to worry about it tomorrow.

"Sorry Romeo, but you gotta die.."

I should have known. I mean, I really, truly, should have known.

Work -- while not quite as non-stop busy today -- was just as stressful, mainly due to that blasted schedule needing to get done. Tell me where, in my day, am I supposed to go upstairs and sit in front of a computer, and work on the Front End Schedule?:

( A day in the life.. )

So, anyway, 11am comes around. Today, though, I thought ahead. I got Jennifer to watch U-Scan for Glen's lunch, and I went to lunch, too. That way, when I got back, I was able to begin working on the schedule immediately.

I should have played in traffic. I got upstairs, only to find that the manager wanted Joyce to work something COMPLETELY different from what she told me beforehand (as in, they want her to work on the days she needed off to watch her granddaughter). Ironically, Joyce called right then, and wound up agreeing to work the days, because the alternative involved me working a night, and she didn't want me off of the mornings. (Since the problem WAS that we couldn't let Annie work mornings.)

My manager informed me that Annie DOES know how to do the closings, but just needs some training, since she's not used to a 24-hour store. I can respect that, but how do I convey the emotions that this suggestion creates? I mean, the woman doesn't believe in helping out at all. Remember, this is the same person who believes that she has until 7 minutes AFTER the hour to go clock in. I doubt she's gonna listen to a single word I say.

No problem, though. I'll do it. I'll train her as well as I freaking can so that, when she screws things up again, or plays dumb, I can get her ass in trouble. I bust my ass up there daily, rarely getting lunches, and never getting breaks. If she hasn't had her break by the time she goes to lunch, she punches the break after she gets back from lunch. If she thinks that she's not going to get her second break, she TAKES THEM ALL TOGETHER. I was told by the manager that this could be avoided by making sure she had her break. That's really easy to say, but not so easy to do, and doing that shouldn't even be tolerated, regardless of the reason.

Anyway, I worked nearly an hour over, but I got it done. Thankfully, Greg allowed me to skip out on my afternoon count, probably because of the overtime I already had. I came home, cooked up some mac 'n' cheese with ground beef, and watched Romeo Must Die*. Great movie, and I'm calm and relaxed.

...Of course, I am burning more incense, burning some candles, listening to more Blackmore's Night, AND drinking some Tension Tamer tea, which I picked up today. I just have to make it through tomorrow, and then I'm off for a day. Whew!

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* - Ya know, Aaliyah was gorgeous. I don't mean in a booty-licious way, but in a "wow, she's really quite beautiful, and if I knew her, she could have my soul" way. I find myself getting mildly depressed whenever I think that's she's dead. *sigh*