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Wednesday, April 09:

"One of those days"? More like one of those MONTHS, if you ask me! So, yeah, have you just had a day where everything in the possibility of creation could go wrong? Oh, what am I talking about! We ALL have days like that- every single one of us. Well, yesterday was no exception to the rule with me.

Horrid. That's the word I describe yesterday with. I woke up happy and fine, but sluggish. I had only gotten a few hours of sleep (I was up since 4 a.m thanks to my pets freaking out due to the low rumbles of thunder), but I was fairing pretty well for someone who looked like an insomniac. For some reason, however, without me wanting it to, my day declined the second I got up for work (my parents were in an explicable nervous persona, a little easily to spaz at a moment's notice). My Prednisone's side effects didn't help at all (for the last five days I've been in nothing but light pain and some minor discomfort thanks to what the side effects are). I forced myself to smile, to swath myself in an upbeat facade that hid my depressed emotions from the rest of society. It BARELY worked, but it was effective enough.

I had to open which, well, I don't mind. I get off earlier when I do that, so that's a nice trade off right there. My let out time was 2:30, and my first key manager arrived promptly (as usual; she's good about that) to release me for the day. However, she wasn't feeling "up to par". Apparently she was having just as bad a day as I was experiencing. I couldn't just leave without doing something for her, because I saw how distraught and upset she was, fed up with her job as well. I offered my services up for the rest of the night (meaning, if she wanted to, she could call me anytime and I could work for her). She mulled it over, looking at the schedule. She claimed I would get an extra day off, due to the fact I'd be WELL over my hour limits, nearing full time status for that week (which is a huge no-no with her company if you're still listed as standard part-time).

I had to walk home. Well, it was a beautiful day, so I actually chose to. Still, by the time I got home about fifteen minutes later, I collapsed, sprawling on the bed. Putting my headphones on, I just cuddled with my kitten, Sutkei, praying to god my manager didn't call.

She did. About five minutes after I was home.

DARN IT.

Anyway, she was in tears. Yeah, she was just fed up. She didn't want to be there. I ended up working what was called an "all day shift". Meaning, I worked ten hours out of a possible twelve/thirteen HOUR DAY. Needless to say, after yesterday, I was wholly exhausted to the point of not even caring to do anything when I got home (videogames, reading, even EATING). You're thinking, "Oh, ten hours? I've done worse at my job". Well, when it's a store with only six workers, and I had to stock all day (from the total of 2,000 boxes we get or so), and only managing to get in one break.... Yeah. Now you can see.

Oh, but that's not the worst part of it! You know that "free extra day" she promised me? She took that back. I get nothing for what I did yesterday. BOY! Doesn't that make ME feel all warm inside for helping out!

Yesterday was just god awful. I actually burst into tears a couple of times during the day's duration. Amongst the nasty costumers who just demeaned me for absolutely no reason to the constant upturning of my life... well, I was close to just letting out a blood curdling howl, not caring who was around. Why did things start and end so badly? I just can't fathom how things could have been so nicely, and then plummet down to the depths of despair. Oh well.

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