Work... why must thy name be Misery?

Ok, so this is more of a testament of how much I loathe this job and also a sort of accountability thing. It's a little nerve racking when you have people who haven't been there long enough to know how to do pretty much anything worthwhile telling you how to do your job when you have been there for about two years. Silly children who whine and moan about having to do something they knew was in the job description! If you don't want to do actual work, then why did you get a job in the first place. The least you can do is to stop making it miserable for those who have seniority over you and act your age.

So sorry about the ranting. It's on my mind and it won't leave until it has had its fair share of the spotlight.

Another thing that has been bugging me about this job (other than the low pay) is the fact that they hire all of these new people and then those of us who need the hours get thrown around like we don't matter. Two words, my friends: pay cuts. I'm supposed to be working five days this week, but I am only working three and two of them are only four hours long. If this isn't a sign that I need a new job, I don't know what is.

So, I say, see you later, Regal! I'm moving on to better things... hopefully.