Excuse me, are you a manager?

Today was the worst day I've had in a long time.

Work was awful.

Not that it was busy or too much for me to handle...but everyone was just so damn mean and they wanted to yell at me about everything.

I DO NOT WRITE THE POLICIES, I JUST ENFORCE THEM!

Please do not raise your voice at me over 25 cents; No, you do not get a free giftcard because you bought New Moon alone; No, you cannot buy more than 2 packages of strawberries; Yes, I know there was no limit yesterday; Yes, I know it seems silly to change the rules everyday; Yes, we DO need to see your ID when you buy alcohol even if you are a hundred years old; No, I do not have an Express Lane Open; And no, I will NOT open an Express Lane just for YOU; No, I will not give you a discount because the box is crushed on the corner; Sure, I will give you ONE HUNDRED FREAKING DOLLARS IN ONES because the girl from Starbucks said I could.

Then I came home, got in a terrible screaming match with Matthew about stupid shit and his inability to accept that I AM sometimes correct.

So I left. Yes, in the middle of the argument, changed out of my red & khaki, grabbed my purse and booked.

Turned my phone off and drove to Ormond because my Mom's house is my haven even if there are TONS of people there.

My mom has some sort of stomach bug and is all achy and I hoped that she would give it to me when I kissed her goodbye. Unfortunately, I have no ill feelings yet. So it looks like I'll be showing up for work in the morning.

I was gone for a good 2 and a half hours and if I didn't have to work in the morning and need my clothes from home I wouldn't have come back.

Now he's being nice and I still don't want to care.

I just want to go to bed.