How many times…? * *

Dear Diary;

How many fucking times does this have to happen before something is done about it?

It’s 8:00am on Saturday morning, I should be at home sleeping so I can come back to this hell hole tonight and work again- but nooooo, I’m sitting here mad as hell- fuming- holding back hate tears trying to get a hold of the staff who was supposed to relieve me an hour ago.

AN HOUR AGO!

I called her cell phone and her home phone- no answer. I get the answering machines. I called a few times.. nothing. What the hell is going on H? Don’t you realize you’re supposed to be at work? Why aren’t you answering your damn phone? Where the fuck are you, you bitch? you’re always late!

I’m SO sick of this. I am SO not in the mood to deal with this shit.

I’m done.

I’m so fucking done.

*edit*

Yeah, so it’s now 9:00. I’m STILL here.

*edit x2*

9:45. That’s what time she rolled in. I didn’t get home to bed until 10:30- and I was PISSED.

Oh, and the day just continues to get better.. I get told not to make plans for Monday because it’s THAT time of year again! Yep… it’s Hay season! Oh joy, of fucking bliss. Just what I want to do on a Monday night -throw out my back.

I have nothing good to report today. Sorry.