I have just one more week of classes. I have a quiz on Monday, for lab, and then the big practical is on Wednesday. The final for lecture is on Thursday. I have to tell you. I am so flipping tired. I have an 8 page report to finish, due by 11:30 on Monday. The three hour lecture yesterday just about did me in. This close to the end, I expected to feel relief. I expected to feel like I was going to make it. I don't. I'm harried and tired and I'm having a hard time motivating myself.
I had possibly the worst day ever at work. A fellow came into to prepay. "What pump are you on?" I asked. "I'm on the diesal," he said. "Yeah, but we have two," and being in a hurry he said, "The last pump. The outside one." "Pump 14? The side by the car wash?" and he said, "Yes." I prepaid him for $75. We were busy. I was on my own. I was trying to ring people up. Two rainbow people walked in to ask questions. I noticed that Mr. Prepay was on pump 13. In a totally unrelated chaos, the alarms on the pumps went off. I have no idea why this happened, but it already happened once this week. I had no idea how to shut the alarm off, or how to reset the pumps. More and more people entered the store. At some point, blessedly, the head of security just happened to stop by. People were mad, I'm trying to settle them down while speaking with the manager via phone. I was having a hard time hearing her. I thought it was her phone. She insists it was not. I don't know how to refund a gas prepay to a credit card. She had to come in. It was not good. I did get a lesson in how to shut off the godawful alarms, and to reset the pumps. After all the chaos settled down, the head of security said, several times, that I had done a good job, that I didn't lose my cool, that I kept waiting on customers. That was nice to hear, but at that point, I felt as if I simply wanted to go curl up in a corner and have a good cry.
Night shift girl was late, as she almost always is, which means I broke late, and I ended up staying late. You know, I could almost feel sorry for her. Night shift is an awful shift. She has a little baby. But the thing is, she hits the door complaining, finding fault with everything anyone else has done. I understand why. She is afraid of getting into trouble herself, so she tries to spotlight the behavior of everyone else, make their job performance seem worse than her own. However, when you have had a pretty awful night, when you are exhausted and just want to go home, it's frustrating, and it is one more thing to grate on already raw nerves. I got very quiet, did my paperwork, and went home. The fact that I was being quiet made her even snottier. I did not address the issue. That is for the manager to straighten out. I'm not going to argue with her about it. I bit my tongue and left.
The world of the 'bottom feeders' (the slang term for people with menial jobs) is not a pretty world. It is competitive and it is mean. I keep thinking of down the road, when I get a good job. I hope that it is not like that.
Only 6 more days and I can read my book. Although now I'm thinking that the LAST thing I want to do is to open another book. Even for pleasure.
PS: I also did a horrible thing at the Good Will. I found an Agatha Christie book, so I tucked it under my arm. I picked up a couple shirts and headed to the check out, and paid for them. I went to my car. I was setting down my things. Much to my horror, I had walked out of the store with that book tucked securely under my arm, still fumbling with my wallet. I never paid for the book! By the time I realized it, back in the car, I didn't have the time to walk back across the parking lot. I had to get to work. I left the book in the car and will go back before work this afternoon to tell them what I did. How embarrassing is that? I really think, sometimes, that I'm the stupidest person I know.
Late edit: yeah. Today's not starting out really great. You ever have a watermelon explode in the kitchen? Ack. Got that all cleaned up and I'm still not at school. Ay yi yi.