Last week was Fun. On Wednesday, one of the lower managers calls me and the guy I carpool with in to yell at us about excessive tardiness, despite knowing full well that it was the other guy's fault entirely(never could get his ass out of bed before 7:30AM apparently), and has no right to talk to me like that. Then the store manager sets up a new(actually old that was never enforced) policy where we have to sign off on each rack of clothing we put out on to the sales floor. The problem I had with that was, the par time is half of what it normally took for me to do a rack - he's basically telling everyone to work twice as hard.
Then, one of the racks on the sales floor collapsed on me. The company is very lucky I wasn't hurt, since right away I noticed that the welding was faulty, the pipes were too short, and there was a screw missing. It's a miracle it hadn't collapsed before.
Then my carpool guy quit. I'm pissed about that mainly because I already paid gas money for the week.
Now I'm feeling a cold or something, probably because of the rate at which I'm working all week.
I tried to use the coffee machine in the break room to make a cup of coffee, but I poured in enough coffee grinds for a large commercial coffee maker(it's a regular home-sized machine), and set the machine to make four cups. Then I had to drink the resulting cup straight black since I couldn't find any sugar or creamer. The cup nearly killed me. A few hours later, I had chest aches, and I was dead tired all day, and the next, and the next.