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Not sure how it happens, but every time work does a discount day, it's always the busiest day of the week. How? Who knows. Probably because they're almost always Fridays and that is a pretty busy day, actually. Anyway, last night I had a pretty easy, I thought, list of things to do. Not only that, but I *wanted* to do the stuff on my list. Well, the non-usual stuff, anyway. I had two smaller section resets to do, one of which was already started. It should've been easy. EASY.
Yeah, I never even LOOKED at the second one because I didn't finish the first one until half an hour after my usual lunch break time. It was just that busy, all fucking night. Didn't help that thieves came in to fuck shit up for hours. Around midnight, my SFL, who had been pretty cool about watching the front while I tried to do my reset, had to do some SFL-y things and it got busy. Like, a line of people backed up to the cooler busy. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd I had a lovely panic attack while having to ring up everyone. Yay. I've joked about it more than I probably should (moreso at work, but here as well) but I have gotten good at having a panic attack and having no one notice unless I specifically mention it. The cat probably does the rare times it happens at home, but at work? Nope. Extra fun fact, in order to cope, I basically have to narrow my focus down to whatever is right in front of me and not really process anything else, which meant that it wasn't until he was leaving that I realized my brother was being rung up by the SFL while I dealt with a doordasher who didn't know how to doordash.
They've really gotta get someone to work Fridays and Saturdays with me or I'm finally gonna make good on my threat to put in a change of availability right before the holidays. "Dear __, as of __ I will no longer be able to work Fridays or Saturdays anymore. It's been 20 years, find some other sucker."
Mm, needs work.
Yeah, I never even LOOKED at the second one because I didn't finish the first one until half an hour after my usual lunch break time. It was just that busy, all fucking night. Didn't help that thieves came in to fuck shit up for hours. Around midnight, my SFL, who had been pretty cool about watching the front while I tried to do my reset, had to do some SFL-y things and it got busy. Like, a line of people backed up to the cooler busy. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd I had a lovely panic attack while having to ring up everyone. Yay. I've joked about it more than I probably should (moreso at work, but here as well) but I have gotten good at having a panic attack and having no one notice unless I specifically mention it. The cat probably does the rare times it happens at home, but at work? Nope. Extra fun fact, in order to cope, I basically have to narrow my focus down to whatever is right in front of me and not really process anything else, which meant that it wasn't until he was leaving that I realized my brother was being rung up by the SFL while I dealt with a doordasher who didn't know how to doordash.
They've really gotta get someone to work Fridays and Saturdays with me or I'm finally gonna make good on my threat to put in a change of availability right before the holidays. "Dear __, as of __ I will no longer be able to work Fridays or Saturdays anymore. It's been 20 years, find some other sucker."
Mm, needs work.