Thats how I basically feel lately. This temp job is burning me to the ground. I am working 6 days a week (Sunday is my only day off) and 55-56 hours a week. (10 hours monday through thursday, 9 hours on friday, and 8 on saturdays.) I'm not making nearly enough money, and they are seriously close to pushing my last button. They don't inform me about anything until after the fact or an hour before. Yesterday was the straw that broke the camels back, all they did was tell me I was in the wrong parking area (Yeah, thanks for waiting a whole MONTH to tell me that) and I wanted to yell, cry, and basically throw a fit. I have no life right now unless you consider 3 hours a day to myself to get everything done that needs being done. Along with that I'm feeling confused about how I feel for someone, isn't that the next best thing to add on top of everything else? lol. I took this coming Tuesday off so I can go to a job fair and hopefully get out of this mess.
Thanks for listening, right now my tooth is killing me, my head is pounding, and I am so ready for bed.
Thanks for listening, right now my tooth is killing me, my head is pounding, and I am so ready for bed.