I’m tired. So tired. This week has felt forever long, and I’m slacking so much on blogging because honestly, I’m stressed. Work sucks, we keep losing people. Forcing the rest of us to take on more hours and work longer. A1 tried to help me out by taking my shift on Tuesday for me, and then right this morning she told me that I can come in at 12 and she’ll work the morning for me. And then she told me her game got moved to Sunday and asked me to work her shift.
I’m honestly at the place anymore I can’t stand going in to do my job. Between the amount of drama that seems to always be going on (my other coworker, Steve, who was my other cashier, got himself fired), and the fact that I just don’t like this kind of work, I’m ready for a change. I mentioned Steve got himself fired – now I’m looking at 45 hours this week to pick up on those lost hours. Yes, I really want the money and I will work it, but I really hate the idea of spending majority of my week in that store. It’s suffocating.
There are probably a number of reasons I took up the bad habit of drinking. And no, I’m not an alcoholic, but I do drink more often than I used to. Sometimes it’s just for a night out with friends or to let loose. Others is to unwind after work with a beer. And then those other nights? It’s to help calm me down and take the edge off from things that frustrate me at home.
Living at home is my biggest headache. Dealing with my mother’s expectations and needs drives me crazy. I’m not happy here, yet I feel obligated to help her out. But I know I’d be so much happier if I just up and left and moved to the city. If I did that, I could probably find a better job in less than a week and be making twice as much as I am right now. I have no doubts about that. But right now, all I feel is struggle.