One bonus about a job that isn't 2 years old is that attending your shifts is not unbearable or depressing, so I went to work in relatively good spirits. They remained for a fair while but approximately 2 hours in, I took a bit of a sad-wards tumble. I think it was simply to do with a possible visitor I expect to be unsurprised by in a couple more days. In any case, I found that my eyes were like glazed donuts because they were seeing nothing and I felt completely unenergised. However, that changed pretty damn fast when I realised that a blast from my past was waiting in my line and I steadily became more and more anxious to the extent my face blushed, I started shaking and I couldn't concentrate on anything around me. Luckily, things weren't as horrible as I'd imagined and I calmed down a lot a lot a lot and actually found myself feeling a lot happier after talking to him. I can't and don't feel I will ever understand why I am so terrified of some people.

Anyway, the rest of the day was a blur of customers and hardware and having offered to stay on an extra 2 hours, I got kinda pissy when I was asked to get trollies, told we didn't need them, then told to tidy them up in the bays downstairs. Having had no food for 5 hours and wanting to just rest my goddamn feet, I ended up finished a whole two and a quarter hours later than my arranged shift. In a way though, I really did need those extra hours of money. I think I am cursed when it comes to work though, because I leave one job due to not getting any shifts only to find myself in another job whereby the exact same thing is happening because multi-billion dollar businesses are the fucking dodgiest stinge-bags the world will ever know. I mean, they obviously can't spare a few extra bucks to give people the money they need to survive.

And that's my goddamn fucking day. And this is a terribly bland blog but I don't give a fuck because I'm really fucking hungry and dinner is finally ready and I can go eat my feelings away like the true blue gal I am.