I've been dreading this day all week.
Recently, my work has made me take up the slack because one of our kitchen helpers broke her arm and one of our cooks quit because her grandmother died and the work reminded her too much of her.
That means double shifts back-to-back.
Thankfully, today was just a 6:30 AM-1:00 PM.
However there was a mountain of things on top of that: homework, personal projects, my car not starting and I need a new battery, an event a buddy of mine was holding that I wanted to attend but kinda didn't, hunger, my kinda-ex-girlfriend's birthday happening during my double shift day, a possible double shift happening after that, my overall health, the possibility that I may be in a deadend job that I'll never get out of and the fact that the residents are impatient and ungrateful and that I've never got any appreciation or respect, the possibility I might be alone for the rest of my life, worse of all: I may end up in a home like this one day, and so many other mind screws that are effing up my love and peace mojo I usually have.
This was....the quadriplegic dromedary.
As I was rushing to get things done, people were giving me more orders and requests and I got aggressive.
It wasn't like "Hulk Smash!" and I got fired, but I raised my voice and my boss told me to take 2 minutes.
2 minutes, yeah right.
To be frank: all this happening made quitting seem appealing.
It even made the afterlife feel warm and cozy.
Ok, I might be being a tad melodramatic.
But the point remains that I need some time off and I want to apologize for not responding that much on dA.
Jesus, I need a week off.