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Current Song: Hate My Life by Theory of a Deadman

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I fucking hate my job today. Most days I just hate it, but today I fucking hate it.

First off, I got to work today at 12:15, as scheduled. Today is Wednesday. Every Wednesday and Sunday, all the small animal and bird cages get cleaned. It's a major pain in the ass, but it needs done. Now, the person who works 10-6 is the one that's supposed to do the cleaning. That wasn't me today.

Well, my greeting from Roe this lovely Wednesday afternoon was, "Hey Steph... Sorry, but you got picked to do cleaning today."

OK, we were really busy today, like all day. I don't care that Roe didn't get a chance to do the cleaning. I don't even care that I had to do it. What I care about is the fact that I know who did the picking (not Mike--he's on vacation), and that just pisses me off.

To be fair though, Roe did help and it only took about two hours to get it all done. Roe's cool. I like Roe.

About an hour into the fun cleaning, Dan came back to show me next week's schedule. What do you know, I get shafted again! Part one, I have to work Sunday. I have to clean again. Part two, our shindig this Saturday is going to go on literally all night, and I'm not missing out on this. So, Sunday morning I get to go to work on zero sleep, and probably still drunk to boot. Don't care. I wasn't supposed to work this Sunday.

The only thing that will make this worthwhile is if Amy and Erin have to work together next Sunday. That means Amy will have to clean. Amy never cleans. Amy can do no wrong at that fucking store.

It won't happen, I'm sure. But I hope.

So the rest of the day passed with little incident, minus an amusing lady on the phone who asked me if she could put piranhas in her pond to eat her neighbor's cat. But then she realized that if said piranhas could eat the cat, they might stand a pretty good chance of eating her three-year-old son too, should the little tyke fall in, so that idea didn't quite work out.

Six o'clock rolled around and Roe went home, leaving me and Amy to close the store together. Number one, we got slammed with people wanting tarantulas, hamsters, fish, and snakes. Not fun when there are only two people working. And number two, and let me emphasize this: I fucking hate working with Amy!!!

You can't talk to her, because no matter what you say, she turns it into something about her. Plus, she bitches the whole goddamned time, about nothing. She bitches about having to close (because she never has to close), but if she didn't close on Wednesday, she'd have to clean, and to be sure, she'd bitch about that too.

Not only all that--those are minor irritations compared to what really pisses me off about her--while she's busy bitching about everything she can find to bitch about, should a customer come in and ask me a question, she jumps in to answer it before I can even open my mouth. Even if I manage to answer quickly enough to beat her to the punch, she still jumps in, basically rephrasing everything I just said.

So for the better part of two hours, I visualized what it would be like to feed her to the red tail boa.

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Have a nice night, peeps.