I will not die

I think I jinxed myself yesterday with that post because I had a pretty crappy day. The kitchen ended up fucking up all the Grill orders I put through therefore = me getting shit for people not getting their orders, people just being ignorant, boisterous kids, me and my till fucking up (refunds, bastard) and THEN my till was short at the end of it. By, like, £1.12. Fuck. But one of our managers ended up sorta sorting it when I was signing the till off.

Still...ARGH. Y'know?

And it is FUCKING FREEZING over here! It is that cold it would freeze the balls of a brass monkey. (Hahaha, bad BAD CFUD Goku thoughts!)

My uniform is in the wash - will have to tumble dry it. Because work phoned and asked me to come in at 8 instead of 10 tomorrow morning. WOE FUCKING WOE!

Bastards. And then, because I am totally fucking mad I'm getting up early on Friday, getting the 9am bus to Belfast with June and Lillybet, going to see Goblet of Fire and then getting a bus back to Downpatrick to be back in work for my 4 until Closing shift. Yay.

But then I am off Saturday!....Possibly.

OK. Now for the work rota.
Monday 8(?!?!?!) until 4
Tuesday OFF! In Oxfam
Wednesday 11.30 until 5
Thursday OFF! Oxfam or Shimna maybe!
Friday 4 until Close
Saturday OFF! Maybe
Sunday 11 until 6

Think of me, my friends! And think smutty thoughts for me, for I have none when I return home at night! Woe~~~~!