my 12 hour shift is agonizing without cigarettes. i have no way to deal with the whiny dogs. Dogs that whine or bark constantly drive me insane. Usually, I walk outside, calm down, have a cigarette, let the headache subside and then go back inside. Last night i started feeling like I was trapped in the room with these loud, anxious, whiny dogs. No escape, no way to release the frustration, so it just built up until i was angry at everything. By the time the doctor woke up and stuff started coming in in the morning, i was a really pleasant person to be around.
I need to find new ways to cope.
I'm about to kill yet another co-worker ... the one we suspect of stealing, the one who always shows up late and leaves early and whines about how tired he is. I have already hired a tech to replace him and just have to get her trained up. He showed up 30 minutes late last night, no excuse or apology offered. He then refused to remove his baseball cap at work when I asked him to. I wrote him up for that. Out of spite and curiosity, I pulled his timecards for the last four months, and found that he has arrived late (from 1 minute to 1 1/2 hours) for 59.6% of his shifts.
So I want to fire him. The rest of the staff wants him gone. My only obstacle is Dr. Harris, who is the nicest, most forgiving person on the planet. She wants to have a "heart-to-heart" talk with him, and see if he really is sorry, and all this. I want to fire his ass and replace him with someone nicer, cheaper, and more reliable.
On top of all that, he hit me up for money last night. I offered a dollar and was told that "that won't do me any good." Get your own dollar then, fucker.
Michael and I went out to dinner tonight. It was really nice, and because we're both bitter and miserable right now, we managed to start arguing about some small detail, making it less nice. But then we came home and had nifty, frantic makeup sex, and then i spent the next hour in a food/sex coma asleep with my head in his lap. It worked out well.
I love my little candles I got from IKEA. They make my living room look less trashy. Michael and I are going to clean a bit tomorrow, and soon I'll bring up my mom's carpet cleaner. I want my house bright and shiny again. Maybe i should go buy glitter.
