So, you’re probably wondering just how bad the weekend was for me. It was bad. I’m not kidding. It was truly bad. Which is why I needed a bit of a day off on Monday to recover. Because things weren’t good in the slightest.
Saturday was busy beyond belief. It seems that when I came in, I was the only one on my shift that did; everyone scheduled for noon and 12:30 just didn’t show up at all. It gets even better: apparently, the vestibule ran out of carts not once but twice. We had at least five people on carts at one point and even then, they still couldn’t keep up with the demand. I was stuck sanitizing, which was absolute hell because I didn’t have time to wipe anything down and I was struggling to keep pace.
Also, literally everyone was in a bad mood. From the supervisors to the members, everyone was in a horrible mood. Management, I could understand; they had to run this shitshow with practically no staffing. The supervisors? Maybe, if management was riding their asses. But the members? No. The only excuse they had was the fact that there was a Packers game on Sunday and the Buccaneers handed them their asses during the regular season. I get it: no one around here wants to see the Packers lose, but acting like a deranged asshole about a freaking football game doesn’t make you look good, alright?
I only worked five hours. But it felt like an eternity. Prime was a little bit late coming to get me, but I was so exhausted that I didn’t care. I almost fell asleep in Skids on the way home. By 20:30 I was dozing off and Prime pretty much ordered me to feed Lulu and go to bed.
I think I fell asleep around 22:30 or so. It took me a while since I wanted to snuggle with Lulu for a bit and I did a few of my dailies on Sword. But once I was done, I was out.
Sunday wasn’t nearly as busy; I got in at 13:30 and the game started an hour later, so the crowds had thinned out. I was out sanitizing carts again, which was actually fun this time because I could keep up with things. Unfortunately, the game was a different matter.
The Packers lost. So we get to have Tom Brady and his half deflated balls in the Superbowl. Again. I’m so excited. Not. 🙄
Monday was quiet, but it wasn’t a great day. I don’t want to go into the details, but I’m $225 richer yet so much poorer for having to say goodbye to a tough little car. (Before you ask: it was a good fifteen minutes of ugly crying. I still feel wiped out from that, even now.)
The “blood money”, if you will, is in an emergency fund. The events surrounding the election in November and the insurrection a few weeks ago put the fear of Unicron in me and I want to have some cash on hand in case I can’t pull any out of the bank. A debit card is great, but if the processors go down or the ATMs won’t work, I’m screwed.
Yeah, the events of the last few months–Hell, the past four years!–have really messed with my head. It’s going to take me a few years before I can honestly say that I’m back to anything resembling normal.
Today was quiet, as I was off from work so I spent my time recovering. Some cuddles with Lulu really helped in that regard. (She loves to snuggle near my face! I love that little purrincess.)
I’m working tomorrow, but it’s only five hours. It’s Wednesday, so I doubt things will be all that bad, but who knows at this point. For all I know, Packers fans might still be mad.
Oh well. It’s not long until my favorite season: baseball. Maybe the Brewers can do what the Packers didn’t.