Fuckin' toy sale.

They called me up, half an hour before they wanted me to start work, and asked me to come in.

They then did not say 'thanks', I didn't get my break until 5 hours after I started, and when I left, they were asking me to work all day today as well.
Well fuck you Big W!
Maybe I'll just call in sick.
YOU WOULDN'T LAST ONE FUCKING DAY OF THIS FUCKING SALE IF I WASN'T FUCKING THERE AND YOU FUCKING KNOW IT!

I have a million other things I could be doing today.
But no, because I know you won't survive.
Because I know that you'll need me there.
Because I know chances are if I call in sick, Jayne will eat a baby and blame me.
So no, I don't get to go out like I had planned.
I GET TO GO TO WORK!

Yesterday I left with no voice, a headache, my legs were dropping off, I hadn't sat down for hours, had customers yelling at me even as I was walking out the door.
And today, it is expected that I'll just turn up.

"It comes with the job" you say.
"Suck it up" you say.

YOU FUCKING WORK THERE AND SUCK IT UP!

2 years of my life, I have worked hard, been happy to be there, put up with the abuse that I get from customers though it's never my fault.
And I leave, knowing that I'll be back there the next day to the same thing.
And I'm fine with it.
Back when they used to appreciate me.

But now look.
They move me onto the desk, and never let me work on there.
They assume I can work certain hours, without ever fucking asking.
If I can't work them, I'm expected to make up for it somehow.
I'm sorry, pretty fucking sure I've earn't enough good points over the years, I don't have to make up for anything.
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE NICE.
People abuse you.
They see how you are, and constantly expect it.

I'm sick of all this.

I like my job, the people I work with.
But I'm sick of the shit that I have to put up with.

Fuck it.
I'm calling up sick.
And doing something I actually want.