Do you ever have those weeks where you think "this just can't get any worse, right?". Yeah, had one of those last week.
I ended up pulling an 8-hour closing shift and then had to turn around and open the store on short notice (like an hour and twenty minutes before opening) since my store manager was on vacation and the assistant manager who was scheduled had to go out of town for some reason. Since there are only three of us, I got the lovely job of dragging myself out of bed just six hours after my closing shift and open the store. The assistant manager was suppose to be back to close the store, but she didn't show up. So I ended up closing. Again. The next day, my cell phone, which had been on the fritz for some time, finally died. So as I was driving to work without my phone, my car died. So when I finally found someone who would let me borrow a phone to call my mom to come pick me up, I was about forty-five minutes later for work. And work. was. horrible.
It's tax season here and everyone seems to be getting a lot back this year. Apparently, shoes is a top item on everyone's list because we haven't been this busy since Christmas! It was crazy. I got to take a break to go to Mass since I would be working the next day (Sunday) and my dad informed me that I had lost a rod(?) and would probably need to have my engine rebuilt on my car. Yikes!
Mass always soothes my nerves and I love going. So I was in a relatively better mood when I arrived back at work. But then I was informed that all of the back-logged paperwork, markdowns, etc., were my responsibility and that I had better come in early the next day to finish it before Monday. It's nice to know that my manager (who had just come back from VACATION!) is the one pulling her weight. (note the sarcasm?) So, instead of watching the Super Bowl like almost every other American, I was stuck inside store hanging flipflops and doing payroll. I didn't even get a break for lunch or dinner.
I arrived home on the verge of tears because of over-stretched nerves, the fact that I hadn't seen my son in almost three days, and a slight feeling of hopelessness upon seeing my dear Fiona (my car) sitting dead in the driveway. But out of all of this, I lost myself in my fandom writing. I completely forgot about work and Fiona and that I didn't have a phone. Because Hermione and Severus have bigger issues! I love it! Plus, it's so much cheaper than "real" therapy. =)
*sighs* Thanks for letting my whine. Keep an eye out for the third and fourth chapters of Bumps In The Road. Brought to you courtesy of RL drama.