The unofficial bad day thread.

[Otaking]

Trefle: Thanks.

I guess some problems can be too personal to share

20 percent this, 20 percent GROG NO SHOW WEAKNESS GROG AM MAN URRGGGH 60 percent I'll sound like a broken record/making it up/trolling.

[Valerie]

Had a fight with Dad this morning. Because working for eight hours, on my feet, with no breaks, is apparently not an excuse to be exhausted.

This is..how you say...le weaksauce.

Family business?

Nah, I work in a locally-owned restaurant. Three locations. I work at one of them Monday to Friday from 8 to 4 and never have time for any breaks. Sometimes I help pull weight on weekends, too.

The problem comes in because we're doing a lot of work on the house, so Dad's all, "I know you just got home from a super-busy job and that you are a hard worker, but I'm going to bitch at you for only filling up the truck halfway despite that and talk at length about how lazy and unmotivated you are. And then I'm going to deny calling you lazy."

I may have paraphrased a little bit.

[NobodySpecial]

Had a fight with Dad this morning. Because working for eight hours, on my feet, with no breaks, is apparently not an excuse to be exhausted.

This is..how you say...le weaksauce.

Family business?

Nah, I work in a locally-owned restaurant. Three locations. I work at one of them Monday to Friday from 8 to 4 and never have time for any breaks. Sometimes I help pull weight on weekends, too.

The problem comes in because we're doing a lot of work on the house, so Dad's all, "I know you just got home from a super-busy job and that you are a hard worker, but I'm going to bitch at you for only filling up the truck halfway despite that and talk at length about how lazy and unmotivated you are. And then I'm going to deny calling you lazy."

I may have paraphrased a little bit.

Next time, grab a six pack and a chair on the porch, and tell him you're relaxing, which is allowed 'cuz you work for a goddamned living. Then offer him a beer.

[Trefle]

Trefle,

You're right. I think what hurt the most is just the fact that she knows better than to try and push the issue of my growing up female.

either
a) She just didn't know it, or
b) She sees it as something good, or necessary, or
c) She's just being a dick.

Either way, let it bother you no more, I suppose?

Zanosuke : ....I hate that kind of self-doomsaying. Of course, with that understanding, it's rather...easier...to prepare, somewhat. If not to pray 'pleasebeoverpleasebeoverpleasebeoversoonwaaaah' every 5 minutes or so /whinewhine. So in my case, it helped. I hope your day will be better!

Val : Oh. I know your woes. *hugs* Yes, the same as Otaking; family business?

Otaking : Well sympathy is given, not demanded. I personally don't think people are gender-required to be strong and blah, especially with shit happening like yours; but I understand if people does that

[Valerie]

Ah, yes. Male bonding. That might work.

He works for a living, too. Just far less frequently. He does house repairs, so he accepts JUST enough work to keep food on the table. Meaning he probably averages out to less than twenty hours a week. And he can take breaks. Whereas I work forty or more hours a week and rarely have time to scarf even half of my lunch.

Point is, neither of us is lazy, but if it's gotta be one of us, it sure as hell ain't me.

[Zanosuke Kurosaki]

Zanosuke : ....I hate that kind of self-doomsaying. Of course, with that understanding, it's rather...easier...to prepare, somewhat. If not to pray 'pleasebeoverpleasebeoverpleasebeoversoonwaaaah' every 5 minutes or so /whinewhine. So in my case, it helped. I hope your day will be better!

I usually wake up semi-upbeat and/or optimistic, actually. So to wake up feeling like that (which is pretty rare)? Yeah, it's generally easier to just (metaphorically speaking) "lie back and think of God* and country" and find things to do until the doom-feeling goes away. The day has gotten slightly better, in that at least it's a nice day outside. Pity I'm having to spend it inside right now for class... XD

*Unless you're an atheist. Then it's "random fluctuations in the space-time continuum."

Val: Hope your dad will get off your back soon. He's seriously just not thinking it all through, there... =\

[Trefle]

Ah, yes. Male bonding. That might work.

He works for a living, too. Just far less frequently. He does house repairs, so he accepts JUST enough work to keep food on the table. Meaning he probably averages out to less than twenty hours a week. And he can take breaks. Whereas I work forty or more hours a week and rarely have time to scarf even half of my lunch.

Point is, neither of us is lazy, but if it's gotta be one of us, it sure as hell ain't me.

That's really unfair. Just gotta say it.
Zanosuke : Heh. "Lie back and think of random fluctuations in the space-time continuum and country" Will probably consume our mental power more than the other one. Good idea!

But yeah,that's great. Good luck for class!

[Artemisia]

Trefle,

You're right. I think what hurt the most is just the fact that she knows better than to try and push the issue of my growing up female.

either
a) She just didn't know it, or
b) She sees it as something good, or necessary, or
c) She's just being a dick.

Either way, let it bother you no more, I suppose?

I'm trying not to let it bother me. I just am so easily hurt that what she said.

[Otaking]

I have a terrible headache brought on by too much Cherry Coke and composing a sestina using thorium, flense, storgic, Nutella, converso, and aglet as the line ending words.

[Valerie]

Fuck. Today.

So, our dishwasher quit. His last day was the day before yesterday. Yesterday, we had a new guy. He did an awesome job.

Today, he didn't show. He didn't call. So we had no dishwasher today.

Thankfully, it's Derby week, so it'll be slow, right?
Not right. It wasn't insanely busy, but it was busy enough.

For those who don't know, my workplace has six staff members. Six. So we were down to five due to lack of a dishwasher. And we managed okay despite this, but just barely, and we all had to bust our asses to do it.

Our primary positions, followed by other abilities, are as follows:

Val: Cashier - sandwich-maker, dishwasher, assistant-manager-thing.
B: Owner/manager - cashier, sandwich-maker, dishwasher.
E: Sandwich-maker - some very minor chef duties, dishwasher.
De: Sandwich-maker - dishwasher.
Da: Delivery driver - a few basic front-of-house duties, dishwasher.

And this is our entire staff for the store. So missing even that one link in the chain just throws everything off. Thank God we're all crossed-trained to some extent. (The sandwich-makers, for example, can take orders because they know the shorthand system. They cannot use the register, so I didn't label them as suitable cashiers.)

Okay, so far, so good. It was a steady day. B and I alternated on the register. It's my job, but I would run in the back to help with dishes a lot, so B handled the register for me at those times.

De and E make the food. De is... less good at it, so he also spent a lot of time doing dishes and would swing over to help E if there were a lot of orders (after washing his hands and applying gloves, of course). When De took his break to eat lunch, E did some dishes.

Da had to do his typical go-fer activities, such as "go to the bank to get change," "go deliver this to the other store," etc. When he wasn't doing that, he was working FOH by putting out food. He also helped with the dishes a bit.

(Aside: The dishwasher and I normally split the tips at the end of the day, so I took half the tips and divided the other half among De, Da, and E. They got $5 each and were super-happy. I got $13. For all you people doing the math, I gave them my extra dollar so that they could each have $5.)

OKAY, SO. Dishwasherless. And then, also, my boss, B, took me aside to tell me he was having chest pains and needed to go to the hospital to have them check it out. So insert Val stressing out about tomorrow, if there's no dishwasher AND no B AND because Val has to leave early to go help at another store. It turns out B will be there tomorrow, but I was worrying about it for a few hours.

Y'know, the few hours that I had before I got home, scarfed my lunch (I never have time for breaks at work and take my food home) and took a (deserved, in my opinion, at least for today) nap.

Then I get woken up from my nap by my husband whining about how hurt he is. I don't mean "whining" as in "oh grow up," I mean like literally making whining sounds, whimpering, that sort of thing. That is how hurt he is, and I can't help him, and I am so tired, and I have to work on the house tonight, and I'm starving, and all I really have to eat is some half-frozen bean dip mixture from like three days ago. (Until we have a functioning kitchen, which is what we're working on now, we're living off a mini-fridge, a microwave, and near-daily trips to the grocery.)

This is a minor point, but I dislike beans.

So now I'm just gonna try to chill online for a little bit, make myself eat this stuff, and wake up enough to work on this stuff for the house that HAS TO BE done tonight so I can ATTEMPT to avoid hearing my dad bitch at me in the morning about how fucking goddamned lazy I am.

In short, May 3rd of 2012 can suck all the dicks.

Edit: (Gents might wanna skip this.) Forgot to mention, my period just stopped yesterday, so today I wasn't wearing anything to help with that AND I was wearing cute underwear. So the first time I have five seconds to use the bathroom, I look down and notice that my cute, powder-blue underwear are ruined because periods are jerks that just refuse to leave sometimes. Awesome.

So May 3rd of 2012 can also eat all the pussy, on top of sucking all the dicks.

[Artemisia]

oh fuck, Val. That sounds bad

I sympathize about the underwear too. I hate having my underwear ruined by blood

(edit and for clarity. . .whatever is wrong with my intestines causes rectal bleeding. I hadn't bled in two weeks until today, and am glad that my new skirts are brown and black because I didn't have a pad on [which has been the best way to catch the blood]. I see the doctor next week, but the flare ups seem to be happening at regular intervals approximately like a menstrual cycle)

[Valerie]

Oh man. I don't know how insensitive this is, so I apologize. But you basically have a period without even having the physical equipment. Holy fuck. D: I accept you into the "obviously female" club. You'll get an apron and some mascara in the mail along with your certificate in 3-to-5 business days.

[Doc Harleen]

I've been off the board for a bit, so I'm behind on the good news and the bad news and everything...

So, Val: *hugs* - I hope tomorrow is a better day.

[Artemisia]

Thank you Valerie,

It's ok. In fact, this is why I've tried to push for testing for intersexuality. I had a CAT scan a bit back, but I have a feeling my doctor is a bit incompetent and may have missed anything that was in there. I get to do a lot more testing soon, though. One thing that I have read is that an autoimmune disorder can follow a woman's cycle flaring up during her period and dying down after that's over.

We're just before the full moon, which means I'm just starting

[Otaking]

Then I get woken up from my nap by my husband whining about how hurt he is. I don't mean "whining" as in "oh grow up," I mean like literally making whining sounds, whimpering, that sort of thing. That is how hurt he is, and I can't help him, and I am so tired, and I have to work on the house tonight, and I'm starving, and all I really have to eat is some half-frozen bean dip mixture from like three days ago. (Until we have a functioning kitchen, which is what we're working on now, we're living off a mini-fridge, a microwave, and near-daily trips to the grocery.)

I know all about this part and it certainly can insufflate all the world's genitalia. Especially giraffe penes. I hope he and your boss are all right.

You are helping your father with repairs at his job? Or he is helping you with repairs on your house?