Hardly Hamlet

Things aren't going so well for your intrepid narrator. I'm suffering from a severe bout of self-pity following a crappy day yesterday. Here's the rundown in the hopes that I can exorcise my demons and feel a bit better after "letting it out."

-The horrible volunteer at the gallery who thinks she runs the place. I seriously, literally loathe this woman. I know that I shouldn't let her get to me, but the thing is that she's not trying to get to me. She just is this way. She honestly believes that if she doesn't like the way my desk is set up it is her duty to report to my boss that I'm not being efficient, and then set about rearranging everything while I'm sitting right there. Or to tell me that "we" (who is this "we"?) need to make a sign for the bathroom door that says "Please watch your step" and then to proceed to write out "Please watch your step" on a piece of paper so I'll know what to put on the sign which we don't need in the first place. I have never felt so agitated by the presence of a single person before in my life.

-I worked at the bingo hall on Sunday, and in the office was the head caller, my boss basically. So the night passes as any other night. I go into work last night and there's a notice to all callers dated Monday, the day after I was in. It's a list of things that we shouldn't be doing. More appropriately, it's a nit-picking list of everything I did on Sunday night. I don't care about feedback. I really don't. But have the grapes at least to tell me on the night rather than posting a thinly-veiled list of so-called "constructive criticism."

-Added to this is that the head caller, who also happens to do the scheduling has me working all Thanksgiving weekend. Every day, including the holiday Monday. And guess who isn't scheduled at all that weekend? The head caller who happens to do the scheduling. Added to this is the irritation that I'm working so much because I haven't been there long enough to qualify for time-and-a-half on holidays. Everyone else working that weekend will be compensated, but not me. So I'll be not visiting my family and spending (I think) a well-deserved bit of time off, to instead get shit from old ladies for announcing randomly ordered numbers and not even recieving recompense for it.

-To top it all off I had to walk home in the rain last night. I'm trying to think positive, but I think it made me sick. But that could also be the effects of sleeping through my alarm and not having had anything to eat today.

Well... I don't really feel any better. but at least I don't have to do anything tonight besides homework, which I kind of like these days anyway. Chekhov is tickling my fancy in a big way. Plus we share the same birthday. Anyone who can tell me that day gets a prize.

And to cap it off, a funny picture: