||[Aug. 29th, 2005|10:27 am]
I walked out on Pathmark last night...okay, so that isn't exactly how it happened, but that sounds better. Something happened with the guy (Charlie) who was running the podium...we've had problems before and I've managed to walk away, but something just hit a nerve and it was the final straw. I talked to the night manager and he said I'm not the first one to complain and they were supposedly going to talk to him and that I could go home. So now he wants me to call Tina (Charlie and my boss) and explain what happened. Luckily she isn't in today, so I won't have to deal with that yet. Charlie's also getting more aggressive with his efforts to sleep with me and I suppose that's kind of my fault by not telling him to stop. I've said I won't do it because he has a girlfriend...but I haven't really told him to stop...not in a way he could take seriously. So that's partially my fault. I can work with him...I just can't work for him. He made me cry yesterday (which I suppose isn't hard, but that's the first time anyone's made me cry in work...so he definitely went too far this time). And he doesn't think he did anything wrong.|
Work through lunch...dentist at 4:30...physical therapy at 6...return overdue library books...laundry (?)...somehow figure out how to get more than 24 hours out of the day. it's so frustrating not having time anymore...and for the few hours a week that i do...i'm too tired to do anything. i fucking hate it. i don't understand how people do this for years...and have children to deal with on top of it.