Last week, I felt bad. It was the usual monthly malady but it seemed like it had gone from the previous mild irritant to absolutely knocking me on my ass. I didn’t miss that garbage at all, believe me. I rather dread next month.
Yesterday I felt terrible as well; I had a case of nausea and bloating for most of the day, with a side of dizziness when I first got up in the morning. Making things worse was the fact that I was pulled from the door and shoved onto the front end, where I had to assist.
Yeah, running back and forth, reaching into carts to unload and reload them doesn’t help with dizziness, let alone nausea. In fact, it just makes everything a lot worse. But I managed to power through the day and not vomit or collapse, so that was something.
Today was just as damn stupid.
The schedule for the door was a complete mess. We had an opener, a mid-shifter, but no one else until 15:45. My shift started at 13:00, but I was there early so I could have clocked in early and helped if I had been asked. Of course, no one asked.
When I started at 13:00, I could have gone to the door. But I wasn’t sent there. No, the supervisor sent someone else(!) and I was stuck on the front end. Assisting. Again.
Yeah, I’m done with this. Holy slag, I am so done. It’s obvious that no one there knows their ass from a hole in the ground and I’m done getting worked up, upset, or stressed out about it. It does nothing. Except raise my blood pressure and give me more anxiety. I’m just done with everything.
Four months until BotCon. May my sanity remain semi intact until then.
Iacon East 