Have you ever taken the time on a Sunday to look at your week ahead and thought, just kill me now? Don’t bother rationalizing, patronizing or painting a pretty picture, this week will suck on so many levels. Stupid me, I took a look at my week last Sunday and thought now would be a good time to seek out some medication.
On paper the week looked do-able, idiotically busy but do-able just the same, given enough help. Then came Monday morning and as I drove by the location of our store I noticed that no one was there. That in itself was odd considering they should have been open before I opened at Twisted Sister’s shop. For a couple of seconds I had that kick you in the gut feeling that I was on my way to the wrong place of work. But I was pretty sure of where I was supposed to be working. Then I spent the morning trying to dig out of the hell hole my former psycho boss left me in and listening to people whine about her attitude and the impending closing of the shop. That day sucked the big one!
Tuesday, ah Tuesday, a day of rest. NOT. This coming Saturday is our semi annual Free Clothing Day and oh look, I can count on one hand how many people have said they would help and still have plenty of fingers left over. Snit number 2 for the week. The day brightened a tad when 3 different people offered to help but politely backed out when they found out what “helping” involved. Snit number 3. Seriously people what did you think I needed help with, did you not get the email? Oh, whatever!
Wednesday, hey that’s today right, it looked like every other work day except the help I desperately need is either suddenly “sick” or “forgot” they had something else on the go. Snit numbers 4 to where I am right now, around 25 or so. Something that is innately North American that I just don’t understand is the desire to “look good for the cause”. If you volunteer to help then suck up whatever your problem is and follow through. So many people sign on to do a good deed but when push comes to shove and the work needs to get done they suddenly vanish like smoke in the wind. I wonder if saying “yes” originally is meant for looks or if I have suddenly fallen into some kind of shitty luck vortex?
That’s my rant for the day and I hope it only lasts as long as the day. If it goes longer you’ll hear about it.
