Either my work is going to kill me, or I'm going to kill them, but either way, someone's going to die.

My week at work has been pretty interesting. On Monday, Danny and I opened and were all prepared for Audrey to come in, and then we come to find out that the GM fired her. Without telling us. Without scheduling any extra help for the cafe. And lastly, not seeming to care when we voiced that we needed the extra help. Lovely company I work for, huh?

Today wasn' much better. I was originally scheduled to open with Audrey and a girl named Teanna, and what did luck have in store for me today? Our other manager fired Teanna. So I was alone with a new girl who doesn't quite know the cafe as well, and it sucked. I haven't felt the need to cry and throw stuff as much as I did today. Also, our food shipment came in and some of our things were damaged. But I didn't find that out until I went to put everything away... three hours later.

Really, I love my job, I do. It sucks quite nicely.



( my xmas stocking )

Mood enraged