Mood: Beyond shit.
My throat is dead, literally. It ached horribly last night, and I couldn't call off work 'cause I need the money. So I just went, toughen it out I thought. Well, people could barely hear me, as I took their order, and I, (standing register) had to talk for a straight 5 hours, with people coming and going. I went to bed at 11pm.
Woke up at 5am. And once at 3am.
Well it being 5.50am right now, my throat's killing me so much more. And I gotta work today today. I actually talked to the manager about switching tomorrow for tuesday with someone, 'cause I'm off then, and he gave me the hardest time about it, which came to me saying nevermind in aggrivation, and then the fat fucker dares asking.
"Are you sure?"
Well, wtf do you think, loser?
I just said whatever and walked out. >.> Seems like I'll just have to get ready for work in... 11 hours. >.> They can all get fucked if they call me to work on tuesday. Bitches.
My throat is dead, literally. It ached horribly last night, and I couldn't call off work 'cause I need the money. So I just went, toughen it out I thought. Well, people could barely hear me, as I took their order, and I, (standing register) had to talk for a straight 5 hours, with people coming and going. I went to bed at 11pm.
Woke up at 5am. And once at 3am.
Well it being 5.50am right now, my throat's killing me so much more. And I gotta work today today. I actually talked to the manager about switching tomorrow for tuesday with someone, 'cause I'm off then, and he gave me the hardest time about it, which came to me saying nevermind in aggrivation, and then the fat fucker dares asking.
"Are you sure?"
Well, wtf do you think, loser?
I just said whatever and walked out. >.> Seems like I'll just have to get ready for work in... 11 hours. >.> They can all get fucked if they call me to work on tuesday. Bitches.