No sooner than I walked in the door, I was told that my main morning part-timer called out sick. I was subconsciously anticipating that, since he called out yesterday. The only 'sick' he is is dope sick.
A couple hours later, my afternoon and evening part-timer called out. He was "just not feelin' too good." Stupid fucking useless fucking kid. I'm almost glad but that left me on an island. Maybe he has the 'bug' too.
I'm not wishing death on anyone but I'm definitely having some angry and hateful thoughts.
I AM wishing a kick in the nuts to our district's meat and seafood specialist for putting me there.
That's not my store. Those are not my people. Fuck that end of town. Their problems are not my problems.
Today I worried that I locked my keys in my car. I usually keep them in my pants pocket, but I had to carry a bunch of shit into work and I put the keys in my coat pocket instead. Had to wait a while to go check my coat pockets because I was busy at work.