I’m finally made it through the fucking work day. I wanted a sleeve of fireball, but Greg turned towards home before I coud even get it out that I wanted some.
I think I sat down for maybe a total of 6-7 minutes today bruh! WTF!
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It’s fast food, bruh!!
I’m home now. I’m on the phone talking to my momma right now. It’s already 5:27pm (central time) I got off from work a little after 1pm, and I’m so freaking tired already.
I’ve already fallen asleep more than once while trying to type this post if that tells you anything. Lol. Ah, my son jus walked in the door. I’m glad he’s here to give mom some company, and keep me awake.
Well shit, that didn’t work so good either. He sat right beside me and let me fall right back asleep. So, I sent him on a run to get mom some caffeine to keep me awake, at least long enough to finish this post anyways.
Ahh! That’s much better. Some good ol’ Mt. Dew. I wished sometimes they still sold that pop called ‘Surge’. I guess it cintained too much caffeine than those years really liked to approce unless it was an energy drink. I don’t know if anyone that reads this will even know the pop I’m referring to. But it was awesome and gave you that jolt, or boost of good energy you’d need to get through the work day. Man, that was really good pop.
So, work today was much better and went way smoother than I expected. Especially considering the fact I worked with the chick that cussed me out when I came in trying to work after having a seizure.
That’s only some of the shit I’ve been dealing with. Going into work on a morning after I had a weird ass seizure, but one nonetheless.
My motor skills were just fine and I had no jerks when it came to my body movements. I was fine as far as all that went. But I couldn’t talk straight for shit. I mean I could, but it was slurred bad. Like, it sounded like I was drunk and my tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth. I explained to a shift leader about my reason for being late and the reason i sonded the way I did.
She was fine with it because I finally made it to work. She sent me to the kitchen, which is my domain, and told me to help Marion. As soon as I entered the kitchen, or right as rather. She said she didn’t need or want shit from me. I probably mouthed, cussing her under my breath, so as not to set her off. I made it to the break room and I remember telling her she didn’t have to be such a bitch about it because I could have come out a lot worse, and I was lucky I did at all. Well, I know I heard her say something along the lines of, “I wished you didn’t!”
Um, excuse me?
That’s when i made sure she heard my comment about being a bitch and it was no wonder no one liked working with her. Of course she snapped back at me, but only this time, she was walking up on me while she was snapping at me and cussing me out. The old Tina was ready for anything at any given moment. I was so tired of her always talking shit. I didn’t back down from her when she was about a foot or two at the most, in front of my face, and I said,
She didn’t do shit but walk away just like I figured she would. Then she was yelled at by management to keep it down, or in their words to ‘shut-the-fuck-up’. And I was told by the other shift leader, in the nicest way I’ve seen her be, especially with me, that I needed to go home and get in touch with our GM to see if I still had a job. Of course, I did. I knew exactly what she was implying. She’s been nice to me since I’ve worked there but I honestly feel she don’t like me too much. I only know this for certain because everytime a chance came up where I could of gotten fired, she was all for it.
But here recently we’ve both been being civil to one another. And ya know what? It’s been actually kind of nice for us to both be civil and work good with each other. And for that I’m grateful.
There’s been other issues going on ass well. My husband just told me like 2 wks ago that half his heart wasn’t pumping right or some shit like that. That’s been sitting on the back burner of my mind since, but only because I’ve been blessed with being distracted by my daughter moving back home with my grandson, Lukah.
The rest of it is pretty much the daily stresses everyone else has as far as money being able to make their rent and pay all the bills. Just please keep my family in your prayers for the time being.
Very much appreciated. Thank you guys.