The last few days have been FUn. With a capital "FU".
Thursday, work. We had a large catering to do, the order saying 125 people, and it being in the library. The harpy supervisor was supposed to have most of it ready, but she didn't do crap and seemed to think it was mine and the other supervisor's fault. We didn't get it set up until at least 5-10 minutes after we were supposed to have it ready(damn near miracle that we got it done that quickly). I get back to the cafeteria only to find that it turns out it was in the next building over. My guess is that the harpy knew about it just "forgot" to tell everyone. Moving everything a second time left me exausted for the rest of the day.
Friday, work. First, the only other guys besides me working there(there's another but I haven't seen him in a while) comes and says he has stomach illness. He has to leave. Then the manager cuts the tip of her thumb off, leaving us shorthanded o to speak. At this point, I figured that if the harpy had a heart attack, I'd just leave because with my luck, a meteor would crash through the ceiling on top of me. As it turns out, she managed to give herself a very minor chemical burn while helping me(and she made sure to mention my name) fix the detergent dispenser in the dishwasher, which consists of three drums of different chemicals. One of them wasn't pumping, and although it was almost empty, there should have been enough left in the drum to pump. Even changing it it didn't pump, so she takes the input end of the line and blows into it. By the way, every one of those drums says "TOXIC. CORROSIVE. DO NOT TOUCH. SERIOUSLY, THIS SHIT BURNS." in big letters in multiple locations in at least two languages. So, entirely my fault that she got some on her face.
And today, I ask my mom to give me back my Food Stamp card so I could activate it. She doesn't. Worse, she doesn't say "no", she says okay, and then simply walks away. Then my stepdad starts giving me shit that they thought I was going to spend my own Food Stamps on stuff, because, you know, Food Stamps that are in my name do not belong to me, it belongs to them and only them. He kept going on even when I explained that I wasn't going to use it. He still didn't give it to me. If they make me go through so many hoops to get this stuff for them, and then prevent me from doing the last neccessary step, I guess that's their perogative.