Barely.
But still, here I am. Not completely bald, at least not yet, but very, very tired. And more than a little hateful of humanity. I used to pride myself on my excellent sense of customer service. Although I may have been confused or stressed out by customers and their needs, I would always remember that we were all just people, paddling the good boat Life through some rocky, rocky waters.
Fuck that. Ready the missiles, and point them at the battleship Life. It's full of horrible people, and must be brought to the bottom of the ocean. Alright, I'm not completely homicidal. But after 12-14 hour work days where you don't even take a lunch, things continue to go wrong, every Quebec vendor is a separatist about sending you your damn books, and some students are completely helpless, you start to get snappish. Which is why I'm sitting in a cafe right now, instead of logging more time at the job. There were tons of little things around the store I could have done, from following up with certain professors, to re-organizing our used book storage, but it all probably would have ended with me chucking a textbook at somebody's head.
And so I'm taking a day off to remember what it was like to read, knit, and watch X-Men on Netflix. Long live the weekend.
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