It’s really not that much of a crash. I’m just tired, burned out, over it all. And then I got an email this morning that we’re most likely going to be working 6 days a week. What in the actual fuck. I’m over it. I don’t care anymore. I love my job, but this… on top of all of the other abuses we suffer every day from asshole customers that feel as though we’re their personal Covid punching bag, employees whining about every little thing and refusing to do things themselves, and the fact that an extra day does not mean more money (because yay! salaried!), I’m just over it.
So in addition to the 6 day thing, we found out this week that our sales projects were changed to be $20k a day OVER what we were doing at the height of the panicked shopping phases of this whole mess, as well as our labor budget being cut by ridiculous amounts. It’s all just so they don’t have to pay us a bonus this half of the year, I swear. One of the downfalls about working for a privately owned company is they don’t have to report earnings or profits or anything like that. We absolutely know they’re making money hand over fist, but we don’t know the numbers. And the Board and highest offices are held by members of the owning family, members of the families that used to own shares in the company but sold to the last remaining family, or friends of one of these groups. It’s total bullshit.
So yeah, I’m done today.
And then I broke my toe, just to add icing on top of the cake.
I just want to go to bed and sleep for a month. The end of June can’t come soon enough.
I need a break from it all. I need a mental health day or six.
But even then, it’s not like I really relax on my days off. I’m still go go go go go getting stuff done around the house, running errands, going grocery shopping, trying to get as much done in one day as I possibly can. It’s not until 7 or 8 at night, usually, that I get to sit down and relax. And then most of the time it’s bed by 9 because I have to be up at 5 the next morning.
I just want to take a nap.
Edited to add: and the stupid post office decided that for whatever reason they weren’t going to delivery my package from oVertone, so blue hair has to wait AGAIN, until I can pick it up sometime next week. And God only knows when I’m going to get there as I’m off Monday, but they’re closed, and then not again until Friday. GAH! I hate everyone and everything right now.