Tuesdays

I am not sure why, but for pretty much the past 6 years, minus one semseter when I had a night class then, I have closed on Tuesdays. That also means that I go to class pretty much most of the day and work my butt off before going to work (minus one semester when I didn't take ANY classes...for a really stupid reason that I think only Nina or Katie remembers).

What this means is that Tuesdays SUCK. Briefly, they were tolerable, when all I was dealing with was Mera-Slack courseloads and had a decent partner in crime to work with (Jeff for the majority, Jen for a while, Missy for a couple nights, and Kyndall nowadays).

But, as college got successively more difficult/time consuming, I've grown to loathe this stupid second day of the work week. Even during the summer it sucks: you start the day off nice, sleeping in, getting stuff done, and just when you get a nice rhythm of being able to just do your thing, you look at the clock, and shit, it's time to get ready for work.

Not to mention the fact that I pretty much HATE closing. It's also gotten successively worse over the years, but you can pretty much always count on the complete uncertainty that all the stupid kids will show up, that all hell may break loose at the checkouts, and that the returns desk might just explode with junk needing to be put away. Or that the store itself went through a veritable holocaust and if we're lucky, we've got competent enough people who can put it back together in a fashion acceptable to the varying and nitpicking whims of that evening's manager.

I hate to rant about work because, well, it's TARGET. However, last night was especially ridiculous, or I just got fed up. I had to close Friday, Sunday, and Tuesday, and I think it was too much. Plus I hate the place more than ever, with all the changes and stuff going on, and I'm just done with it. I don't care about one bit of it. It's all an act now, and I pretty much just broke down last night. I cried. My mom brought me dinner (Bread Co, it was good), and I refrained from just walking out and quitting, but I was up late when I got home looking for other jobs or paid internships or other illicit money making "ventures." (Ok, so maybe not that last one). But still. I don't know if I can do it for another four months. Every day just seems to get worse, or at least be harder to tolerate.

Plus there's an obnoxious weirdo in all three of my Tuesday morning classes at school. It's just a super day, really.