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God, work sucks!!!

It really, truly does. It sucks so much. We missed at least 2 things because we just didn't have the time to deal with them. And we had to stay so late. Tom said that I shouldn't do it. He even took half the labels. Bless him. They wanted me to come in at 6:30 every day for at least two more weeks, instead of just coming in at 7 for the rest of the week. I put the kibosh on that shit. Let me tell you. I made up some story about how my dad would have a shitfit. It wasn't untrue, he probably would, but he would get over it. It would end up meaning that I would just go to work at 6:30 in the morning, which means leaving at 6, which means waking up at 4:30. Ain't. No. Way. In. Hell.

The worst part, Sunny, my supervisor, was telling me this during a rather rushed part of the of the day. I think I need to buy dear Sunny a book called 'how to gain tact,' because lord knows that he needs it.

And I feel bad that I can't 'do' everything that they want me to. I mean, I could, but that would just mean wasting countless amounts of time, after I was supposed to leave, mind you, playing catchup. Nuh-uh. I love my job. I love the people I work with, but I love myself far more than that, and myself wants more time to sleep. And time to do other things.

The only thing that I have to look forward to is the possibility of spending part of the weekend with girltype, but since I ain't heard a yay or a nay on that, I'm not sure which way it will go. Sad times.