Yes, march 11, 2006, was the worst day in a long time. It starts out with me having gone to sleep about 3am, getting up at 6:30am thinking I had school at 8am. So, it took 15 whole minutes, but I dragged my ass out of bed, shitted, showered, shaved, and then headed off to school. Then, I set out to find where my first class was at. I knew it was in the J building, but nothing else. I walked onto campus, and one of the first people I saw today was John Delgado. He was the first to inform me that most of the power to the campus was off so that they could do some major HVAC overhaul. Apparently the J and L buildings were the only with power.
I decided to have a cig, and walked up to the J building, finished it off, and then walked inside, and saw a number of people sitting on the chairs on the wall of the corridor as soon as you walk in the main enterance. I asked what class they were waiting for, one girl said "Not whatever you're looking for!" and they all burst into laughter. I learned that they were nursing students waiting for a respratory support class. Assholes.
All the classrooms had the lights off, and while I walked around aimlessly, my cell phone rang. It was my boss, who quickly screamed at me for not getting the correct paperwork from the electrician last night, and that the invoice wasn't what the fire marshall wanted. He then hung up. I lit up another cigarette.
The only room that had anything of value on the door said to go to J111. Some instructor with a medical terminology class had hijacked the room (without permission) to hold class in. This is when I sat at a computer and found out class was at 9:30 rather than 8.
So, I sat in the pavillion, watching that TV that is perpetually tuned to CNN, and chainsmoked while I watched a "weekend edition" show doing a feature on lung cancer. Finally, 9:30 came around and I headed into class. The instructor locked our screens and showed us the syllabus. Blah. But after only 75 minutes of tedium, we got out. :)
So, I went home, where I tried to eat a microwave pizza and got sick. My stomach hurt, and I thought eating would help it. Boy was I wrong. Then I went back to school, where I had another class with the same instructor, and basically spent an hour watching the same presentation. Only, at a different time and with different people around me.
I then went home briefly, and then went to work 90 minutes early. Here is where the day went from blah to mother-fucking-shitty. First, my boss told me that he had schmoozed with an MCD officer, and the electrical problem was radioed out as a fire. I explained exactly what I said over the phone. In a very nice and condescending way he said I was full of shit. He basically called me full of shit and said he was "embarassed" to have had me working that night. Then a little bit later, he told me that rather than allowing me to close an hour early due to the fact that I had 2 minors closing, he told me to let them off an hour early, and then to send the grill closer home at close and close the entire store myself. This was my "punishment" for calling the NON-EMERGENCY fire number at HIS ORDER last night. Then I learned that this might be my new closing procedure every night I close.
Then, an employee who works tommorow came by, tried to cover his shift, he then told me I had to work for him. I explained it was his job to cover it or work it. He then said if they called he'd say I would work for him. Shit. Oh well.
Closing the whole store was fun. It took just about 5 hours. Fuuuuuun.
So here I am, I've been awake for basically 24 hours, my folks come back today, I have to clean the house, I've barely eaten shit in the past 36 hours, and I want to have a workout today, my first complete day off in I don't know how long...
The best part is that my boss says he understands how things could have "gone wrong" because "you're young." Bullshit. I explained the curcut panel situation EXACTLY as it was. If the operator of the NON-EMERGENCY number mis-intrepreted it, then that's her problem not mine. I did what he said and called the non emergency number to "calm the crewpeople", and look what happened. So, if this ever happens again, I'm going to let the fucking store BURN DOWN, and then piss on the ashes. Seriously, unless I see flames I'm not calling anyone. Heat and smoke or no heat and smoke.
Fuck it. I'm dying without sleep...