This morning I had a regular remind me of something he gets every single day and I almost threw that thing in his face. It’s a cup carrier. The asshole gets two large coffees and the same two pastries seven days a week and he reminded me to get him a carrier because I had just put down his cups on the counter and was reaching for a carrier. I guess he thought I was slacking off since I didn’t put down the carrier first. I had my hand on the damn thing under the counter and wanted to either slam it down and scream “I was getting it, asshole!” or pound his face in with it. Which would be relatively difficult considering it’s made of cardboard.
I don’t know if it’s just general burnout, having been there for two years (which I feel guilty about because it’s not like I work full time or anything), or if it’s the impending shift supervisor position I’m going to be training for. But I’ve been a bit on the testy side at work lately. There have been several points in the past couple of weeks where I have had to bite my tongue so hard I thought I was going to nip it right off.
They really just need someone to open the store two days per week so the managers have a bit of a break. It’s not going to be that big of a deal. But I am freaking out slightly over it. It’s not the dealing-with-money part which, in the past at other jobs, has really freaked me out. And it’s not the being-responsible part. And it’s not the baking-pastries-and-turning-on-the-radio part. I think I can handle all of those things. It’s getting myself out of bed at five in the morning that freaks me out. What if my alarm doesn’t wake me up? I’m not going to say the thought terrifies me, because that’s pretty strong language. But I am definitely worried about getting to work on time.
