I just pulled an 

eleven

hour

shift.

My coworker was gone today and told me I was responsible for doing his work. My actual boss came downstairs specifically to tell me that I could do his work and help him out if I had time, but to prioritize my own work and if I didn’t get to it, not to worry about it.

Wellllll, I’m swell like that and I needed the overtime, so I stay an extra 2 hours. I also took a shorter lunch than usual. 

I didn’t finish his work, but I did most of it. If he pitches a fit on Monday I may deck him. 

I’m fucking exhausted. I stopped for chicken fingers and argued with the speaker. Not the cashier, no no no. The loud speaker outside blaring Christmas music and NO, I DON’T WANT TO HAVE A HOLLY JOLLY CHRISTMAS I WANT YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME BUY MY TENDERS IN PEACE. 

Luckily if Mumbler wants to give me shit on Monday, I can just tell him to take it up with OUR supervisor. i did him a favor. I even left him notes on the stuff I didn’t finish so he’ll know what’s left. It’s not my fault all the drivers decided to turn their shit in in the afternoon, giving me a slow as fuck morning and swamped in the afternoon. I stay two hours late. I did what I could. Stop being a fuckwad and say thank you. 

Or he might be nice about it idk. 

Jfc I’m so fucking tired.