My New Asshole

My straw is about to break. And work is about to find them one less server. Not that they care about the employees. Only the money they make. Or rather, the money we make them. I won’t quit. If I get fired I get unemployment. So we will see how that goes. Plus Chris is still not working by choice, taking care of his parents. I changed my availability on them too. Daytime only, except Saturday. I’ll work nights on saturday. Knwoing him he’ll schedule me a double on Saturdays. Which will be better than working 2 doubles a week, and forget about Sunday nights. I’m not dealing with Leanne’s piss poor attitude anymore. She sucks as a manager, the night staff sucks, find yourself another sucker to work it. If he asks why, I’ll tell him it’s because I need more time at home with the in laws. Which is true, they are dying. No one there seems to understand that. They don’t have to watch their parents dying right in front of their eyes, slowly, with no way to stop it. Jess is on his 10th round of chemo. Sandra uses oxygen at night, and now needs a wheelchair when going out. She can’t walk very far without getting winded. I can’t make this shit up people. I don’t lie. The only thing that keeps me from quiting is my dreams of a better life one day. Brown eyed, blonde haired kids running around, happily married to Chris, being able to buy all of them toys and gifts. Respect as well. Respect for my friends, keeps me from walking right out of that shit hole and leaving them all in the lurch. Rafferty’s style is changing, I see it going on a downward spiral. But I can work through it, and smile a fake smile, and pretend everything is fine.

Chris was sleeping when I got home from work last night, and I was unable to bring myself to wake him, just to throw ranting and drama in his face. Leave sleeping babies be, comes to thought.