Still sick/I hate my job

Still sick... I've been sick since last Monday and it's getting really, really old. My ears keep popping everytime I blow my nose and I can't hear anything. I've probably reached the needing anti-biotics stage, but that would mean a trip to the doctor and I don't want to do that.

Besides, the cough is still productive. That means I can't possibly have bronchitis.

I'm going to try and start my Christmas shopping at some point this week, since I should have a decent cheque after working 9 million stupid hours while I was sick last week. I fervently hate my job. The Decemeber schedule was posted today and it's a complete mess because Julie never bothered to check with anyone about their schedule. I'm working Sunday nights (which I told her I can't do) and the night on the 29th. (I told her I was leaving to spend the week-end in Vermont for Brendan's birthday.) Plus, I don't know when my finals are yet, so that means any time between the 16th. and the 23rd., I could be unavailable.

If I didn't need to work on my Joyce paper so badly, I'd go look for a new job tomorrow. I'm sick and tired of this stupid bullshit where she gets to set the schedule to suit her and to hell with anyone else. What manager gets Christmas Eve, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day off? I don't give a fuck if they are time and a half. That's complete shit. I also like her "I don't work nights" line, right before she tells me that I need to co-operate and she's working around my schedule and I'm the only one who has a problem with the way things are.

Maybe I wouldn't have a problem if anyone asked me, instead of just writing a schedule and saying "Oops, set in stone." She's lucky I'm not complaining about working Christmas Eve and New Year's Day. Since there are three of us, I should only have to work one of them. Someone owes me a favour.

Actually, I'm owed a few. I'm covering the 30th., which is an off week-end for me and I'm doing Tuesday day, despite needing to work on my psych paper, badly. It's not like I'm shirking the days, either. I just want the morning shift, not the night shift. Not a fuck of a lot to ask.

So, I hate retail. I hate my job. I hate pretty much everything except my hot, new, cherry red boots. That means my sneakers should arrive tomorrow.

No classes tomorrow (yay!) since they're doing spring scheduling. I do have to call and complain about my financial aid screw-up, but I can handle that. I also want to dye my hair and sleep in.

Oh, duh.. Got a hair cut last week-end and and... it's looks almost exactly the same! Chris angled it in front a bit, so I've got a little more body now, but that's basically all. She did take off 3/4", but that also needed to go. Steven's hair is the one that looks dramatically different.

We also went to see John Lennon's art exhibit, which I wasn't too impressed with. I did like the Erotics and the children's drawings, but his other stuff was too scrawly for me. I also would not pay nearly what they wanted to charge for anything, except maybe the book for his son.

Okay, I should go to sleep. I have a lot that I need to get done tomorrow and none of it's anything that I want to do.

Oh, Halloween pix are here. Email me if you need the password.