Same here, after it changed from Kobold cave. Played it all morning. Paid the price at work.
I think today is the record breaker of the worst possible work day I have ever had my entire pathetic life. The only highlight was that one ludicrous order at least had a sympathetic conversation to go along with it. It did lighten my mood up for the next 5 minutes after serving.
Aside all that, I hate my God-damned job. I have the luck of a black cat haphazardly crafted out of a shattered disco ball built underneath a ladder, titled Charlie "Murphy" Brown whenever I work there.
To start, I can never leave a day of work there without getting injured, I apparently attract all the customers and am the designated "front man" despite my (blatantly) antisocial personality, I am consistently screwed over in regards to the assigned hours; be it I'm assigned too few, or my co-workers crap out, and I (un)willingly take their hours, and get non-stop bombarded with customers x bad luck attractability (IE- Customer magnet), and always end up closing more hours later than I'm supposed to. I don't get paid enough for my job.
Now that's an everyday matter there. Today's royal screw-over features me closing 1 1/2 hours later than the closing time, and still having to half-ass some of the tasks. I started a 6pm job at 8pm, so to put it. Of course, that's the epilogue. The prologue involved my partner for the night (and closer normally) crapping out and not saying "April Fools" afterward, and of course I (un)willingly agreed to the call. Random crap here and there, as usual, and a damn-useless replacement that claimed to have the skills required for the department, add to it, she arrived an hour late and was taken out an hour earlier than I was promised for her to help; in other words, I was screwed out of 2 "useless-green" assisted hours. The in-flow of customers was non-stop, and nobody made a peep, even when my eyes were visibly soul-less, and my spirit was so drained, I was a fleshy robot (promise me we won't have sentient machines; they will have every right to kill every last one of us. I can vouch for that.). Things finally cleared when the clock read 8pm, the time of closing, and now I can finally start my 5-6pm tasks, from the top.
I'm still waiting for God or someone dressed in a suit to come to me and scream "APRIL FOOLS!!!!!" to me. That will be the only other way to justify and neutralize this day. In any other case, I think I'm finding all the seals of the Apocalypse and willingly opening them all, just to see what happens. I will willingly take full responsibility for what happens, and respond with "I told you so." if anyone testifies.
I'm willing to quit my God-damned job. I even asked some of the people I work with if there is any way to quit while still being able to receive unemployment checks from them after I do so. Looks like they can't find a way. I'll look for a loop-hole, but in the meantime, I'm going to have fun with some dwarves, or an arena and some magma (or a bronze colossus) and many many effigies elves.
Added note: The kind of person I usually am, and have been my whole life, it pained me to say GD, but I feel justified to have used it as part of my regular vocabulary all night, and in this post. At least, I should be able to explain myself in the afterlife.
Oh, and I think after enough frustratingly stupid and (apparently) blind people, I head-planted into the counter, only to miss and hit the scale I use and cracked the display (fortunately, I didn't break the scale, nor the screen; only the plastic protection on top of it, and those things are hard. Didn't feel a thing after impact except guilt and worry of a complaint from my superior.). Fortunately I have an alibi for that. However, that wasn't the only incident. While doing the finalizing closedown; after telling a co-worker, out loud mind you, that people aren't observant, and always ask me questions not related to my department at all, 5 people in rapid succession asked me a series of questions completely unrelated to my job (because they're God-damned blind); I immediately smashed my head into the nearest hard surface after that happened, and not a single nearby customer flinched. Is my town on top of a giant hex or something? I mean, I think I saw a sunburnt guy named Lucie with a basket that had my soul in it. I want it back.
Oh, and thanks to work, I missed Fringe and possibly Archer tonight. The last thing I need now is a "Things will only get better". No, I need a serious beatdown for my attitude. I mean, wrestle it out of me. The last thing I feel like getting right now is sympathy. With how I vent my anger, I do not deserve it. Sympathy, by my observation, can quell anger down before it gets bad; but if it's too late, it'll only get worse.
And it also seems my April Fool's web-surfing has been prematurely euthanized. Damn it all. I still had a bunch more sites to visit and see what they did.
Ugh, done so many edits to this post. Brain no work good. Smarts.... uhhh, where it go?
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