*Warning! Hardcore work rant ahead*
I'm just so sick of the place where I work and the town where I live. I came into work yesterday at five and my boss starts yelling at me about how I need to read the schedule and I'm an hour late. I look at the schedule, but first, I move last week's schedule out of the way. Oh, yeah, I was scheduled for five o'clock. Last Sunday was when I was scheduled for four. Didn't even get the chance to say anything about it to her.
Not to mention the drunk who occasionally is hired to do odd jobs and has somehow convinced himself he is actually manager of the bar.
Oh and the bartender who is the owner's granddaughter and therefore doesn't really give a fuck about anything and randomly leaves to hang out with her junkie friends in the apartment above the bar.