if I knew myself, I'd run away.
I ended up working almost ten hours today because strategy or some shit I guess.
I was supposed to work 12-7 at my store. About half an hour into my shift, my manager asked me if i could possibly go over to another store nearby and close that store. She said I’d probably get to go home first, so I said, I guess.
It looks good, to be willing to do stuff like this. I may be veering wildly between ‘GET ME OUT OF HERE’ and ‘GIVE ME A GODDAMN PROMOTION ALREADY’ about this job, but it still looks good, so I said ok.
Mind you, I spent last night throwing up, because I ate after work, and apparently one facet of my shitty stomach issues are that if i eat at eleven pm, i get sick.
Anyway, as it turns out, no, I didn’t get to come home before going over there.
So i worked 12-9.45 instead.