No touch-y my monkey!

I'm taking Ryan off the shitlist and putting the boy on. Apparently Ryan has been trying to call, only bitch boy has never passed along the messages. x_x Pisses me off! On top of being bitched at because the truck might have overheated again. Dude, I was working. You know, at work. When I didn't follow her out, that should have been Mumsy's first clue that maybe, possibly, I was still working. Actually I was trying to listen and pay attention as Rose and Kathleen hashed out the details of a new schedule that doesn't involve working 7 days in a row [which, no matter what Weasel says, the other shifts DO NOT do.] but had they asked me anything important like, you know, do you want to work two entire months without a Saturday off, I could have happily piped up "fuck that shit". Well, actually I probably would have said no, but right now I'm angsty, so let me believe I'd say something rude, but have said it so they'd have laughed while still realizing, dude. A month of Saturdays is not worth two months without. It doesn't balance, man. It does not balance!

But I got to say "no touch-y my monkey" so it wasn't all bad. Just mostly. Was the Weasel's minion, and somehow 2nd shift did a whole bunch of nothing even though they had like 6 people working when they normally have two. So why weren't the floors swept or mopped? Why indeed.

Weasel sucks. Work at day #5 in a row, sucks. Having people bitch at you before you even get off work, sucks. Realizing you haven't talked to anyone you're not living with or working with [thus it feels like you're living there] in ages? Sucks.

Lots of suck. I need chocolate and a looooong nap. Two days of not sleeping enough has finally cracked me. I'm easily annoyed and distracted. Chocolate!

Mmmmm. Peanutbutter Mazing bars are delicious. Try one. Or two. Or ten.