Excessive

It seemed like work today was an intense, anger filled, horrible experience, and looking back, I feel like I could add a few adjectives and it would then be accurate. I went in to work knowing that this entire weekend was going to be bullshit, and awhile perhaps it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, it was true none the less. From start to finish, the day was filled with problems, frustrations and annoyances, and it left me very eager to get out of that place.

I started at 10am, which means I got up a bit later than normal, but my normal routine was pretty much unchanged, simply getting up, eating breakfast and leaving to catch the bus. Work immediately started to get annoying as soon as the day started, as I started getting attitude about various things I had little responsibility for. I spent a long time getting oranges and kiwi's peeled for the salads, and eventually moved on to vegetable bundles, but the kitchen was just so full of people, so full of shit everywhere, so hot, so sweaty that I was just in such a bad mood. I wanted to just punch a hole through the wall and run away or something, I was just very... uuhh... unhappy.

Add to that the fact that next week's schedule is a bit on the uhh.. full time side. Adding the stat time that will be added on to my hours, next week I work 41 hours, which is actually over full time hours, which isn't exactly what I had expected for my first week back to school. I'm sure I'll survive but I do fear having a complete mental breakdown in the meantime, but... I suppose time will tell. Obviously if it doesn't interfere with my ability to complete my homework and projects, and I don't go mental, it may work out okay, as I will probably need the hours to survive living my life I've grown comfortable with.

Tomorrow I've got to go back to work for 8am, and considering it's already midnight, that means I have less than six hours sleep ahead of me before going in for another ten hour shift (at least) and then I open on Sunday, so lots of early times, no sleep... ugh. Oh dear...

So, as expected, today was actually a pretty terrible day. A brutal, tiring, sweaty, exausting day, filled with annoyance and frustration, hunger, dehydration. Falling asleep should feel good, and tomorrow has a chance of not being complete bullshit, but you never know. Tomorrow may be okay... so... here's hoping. I'm just watching Jimmy Fallon, may grab a snack, and then I'll head to bed and get ready to survive tomorrow.

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