I also tried asking for the secondary job I had while I was working the deli (price scanning, which guaranteed more hours), and unfortunately, it looks like nothing can really be done about it.
Like I said, if I'm pretty much dead weight by now, why haven't I been laid off yet? I mean, to get rid of me could maybe recover enough hours to make the store keep running (Since apparently my department is limited to around 144 hours to distribute between 6 people per week; and it continues to shrink, despite how ridiculously busy it's been getting lately).
Oh, and further annoyance, I notified Steam about my account being disabled yesterday, and they still haven't responded about it. 3 day's it's been disabled so far, so it's definitely not a temporary fixer they're doing. This sucks.
I've been getting the feeling lately that doing the right thing isn't damn worth it anymore. All it leads to are more elaborate ways of screwing myself over in the future, near or far.
...And all this, just a few days away from my birthday.
If I end up having a pleasant or awesome birthday when it comes, I'm going to be really pissed off. Normally I'd expect my birthday to be the crappiest of all the
bad day dominoes, and to
let me off the hook because it's a "
special day", but then continue the abuse after it; I'd personally go to Heaven and Hell myself and punch out both God and the Devil at the same time for pulling this crap. I am nobody's
cosmic plaything /
chew toy.
Add to it, I hate when I get my worst days on the prettiest and most cheerful looking days. It's equivalent to having God flip me off every day I wake up. Maybe the gift from God this year is for me to become this trope:
Madden Into Misanthropy