Work!!!

Sitting here outside waiting on my kid at karate and ofcourse the text comes about how one of the whiners I work with can’t work.

With winter here the store manpower  hours were cut down causing all kinds of grief for the group of register watchers I work with. “We have bills” “We can’t afford….” And who has to go in for call offs? Me.

Now I’m complaining, but not really seeing that this heart crushing job is the only thing keeping me somewhat sane, but I have to more or less run the place the next few days and I just spent the last week somehow pulling myself through feet of snow to get to work where others essentially can walk to work can’t get to

And ofcourse me being me, my guilt and frustration drives me crazy and I take ownership of it all.

This was ok when I managed the place, but being assistant isn’t cutting it. Apparently someone is going to have some good OT whether they like it or not, because if I have to bend over backwards they are going to also.