{"id":2821,"date":"2011-11-01T01:13:46","date_gmt":"2011-11-01T07:13:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/?p=2821"},"modified":"2011-11-01T01:13:46","modified_gmt":"2011-11-01T07:13:46","slug":"i-didnt-enjoy-october-31st","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/getmeoutofthis.net\/?p=2821","title":{"rendered":"I Didn&#8217;t Enjoy October 31st."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s late, I&#8217;m exhausted, so you get to hear me bitch. Sorry about that.<\/p>\n<p>Today sucked.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t currently have the best job in the world or anything. Far from it. But I hardly ever hate it. I like most of the people I work with, and I enjoy being useful and doing my thing. I&#8217;m respected. It works really well. But some days, like yesterday, I really just fucking hate my job.<br \/>\nLet me just go over what happened.<\/p>\n<p>I got up really early to go to work. I was tired, but work called! I got there, and apparently my shift had been moved. A note had been left in my mailbox, which I never check because it&#8217;s less a mailbox and more &#8220;where I keep the ad set supplies,&#8221; and there hadn&#8217;t been an ad set in awhile. So there was a big fuss about me showing up at the time I was scheduled instead of the time they moved me to without telling me. This wouldn&#8217;t be a huge deal, but it just bothers me that, if I had been anyone else, they would have called me, and there wouldn&#8217;t have been this stupid issue they were making such a big deal about.<\/p>\n<p>Because I was there early, they moved me onto the truck, which I was not dressed for. I had dressed up kind of nice, wearing a new top I had bought the night before. I felt like this was hindering me, as I was trying damn hard not to get black from the boxes all over myself. Still, I didn&#8217;t slack off or anything. Things were happening. The shift was long, though, and I ended up unpacking freight in an area I had less experience with than most, away from all my friends to help the time pass.<\/p>\n<p>After this, I ran straight home, took care of the puppy dog, and did work for class. I basically had time to figure that out before running to class and teaching. Class went okay, I guess, but shockingly, nobody in my class was familiar with Harry Potter. I had brought in an essay about Harry Potter, and they just did not get it at all. Phrases like &#8220;Cedric Diggory&#8217;s death in book four&#8221; completely confounded them. I didn&#8217;t expect them to be encyclopedias, but when you have plenty of context clues, shouldn&#8217;t your memory be jogged enough to at least go &#8220;Oh yeah, someone died in Goblet of Fire, right? Must be that guy.&#8221; Heh, I don&#8217;t know, I just figured everyone younger than me would be familiar with it. It was a shock.<\/p>\n<p>I went home and ate then. This caused me to keep dozing off on the couch. I was pretty exhausted by that point already, but I had work to go to. I got up and went.<\/p>\n<p>Work took forever. It was a huge ad, and we were being audited, so it took even longer than it should have. What&#8217;s worse, the store started playing Christmas music the moment we closed. This is even before Halloween was technically over at midnight. It was insane, and it didn&#8217;t add much to everyone&#8217;s demeanor. We eventually finished, very late. I was tired and cranky, but on the way out the door, it was pointed out that my new top has a hole in it. Fantastic! Fantastic. I tried to get some food from the drive-thru to eat my woes away, but I got trapped there for like 20 minutes waiting, so that was time well spent.<\/p>\n<p>And now I&#8217;m here. Complaining. I didn&#8217;t much care for yesterday. Boo to you, Halloween. At least I have off today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s late, I&#8217;m exhausted, so you get to hear me bitch. Sorry about that. Today sucked. I don&#8217;t currently have the best job in the world or anything. Far from it. But I hardly ever hate it. I like most of the people I work with, and I enjoy being useful and doing my thing. 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