So yesterday at work, it's past time for me to be out of my register and off the floor and I have the line from hell when my relief finally shows up and drops her drawer under the counter and wanders off. Somewhere in the neighborhood of a half hour after I should be gone, I finally got the line knocked out, logged out of my register, and left the floor to count my money. I have no idea where my relief was. I just snapped, and I left the floor. Fuck it.
The manager was in the safe room when I went to count my money. I told her what I had done. Her response? "Good for you!"
I still can't believe I snapped like that, and that my manager was way cool with it.
I smell some new shoes and some new shades coming my way. And imma think about it as long as I thought about abandoning my post at work yesterday, which is to say about one eleventymillionth of a nanosecond.
By God, I want something new. Something luxurious. Something unnecessary. Something that's only purpose is to make me smile and feel good. I don't give a shit if I DESERVE it or not. I'm worth it anyway.
Thermonuclear meltdown has begun.