I showed up to work 2 hours earlier than I was scheduled. I could have gotten 2 full hours more of sleep. But no, that’s what I get for not paying attention more carefully to the schedule I wrote down in my day planner. My boss looked at me and had that ‘what are you doing here’ look on her face. I automatically asked if I was supposed to be there or not. Of course the ‘shift-manager’ Jess said that I was. My boss however walked over to the schedule posted on the bulletin board and told me I wasn’t supposed to be here until 9am. I told her that’s cool. I’ll just stay here instead of leaving again. I know it made her feel better with me saying that (she knew I wouldn’t have a reason to be late). Because I can find some good ones (reason, that is).
I’m so freaking cranky right now it ain’t funny. I came in from smoking a cigarette and sat down for 2.5 seconds at the table in the break area. Not a moment (1.5 seconds passed) before my boss comes walking back there to grab napkins and gets on to me like a fucking child.
Telling me I’m not gonna sit down while everyone is working there asses off. Excuse me?!? Last I checked I clocked in 1 hour early as a favor to you. Just because someone else jumped bad having an attitude wit you don’t mean you can come at me 10 kinds of crazy. I didn’t do shit.
I’m not a teeny bopper that can bounce around this store like ain’t shit old bout me.
For fucksake!!!! I’m 40- years old. I’m not a spring fucking chicken.
Hell, for real, I cherish that about the younger group that work here.
I came home today and checked the junk mail. Tell me why I received a piece of mail offering me a Medicare Advantage Plan? See, I’m getting so old they’ve done sent me senior citizen medicare plans to choose from.
At least with age comes wisdom.