Reduce my hours at work. Or just quit.

I’ve officially done this. September is my month of working one day a week! YAY! School started and, well, my personal life is exploding, so it’s a good thing I don’t have to work every day. Yeesh.

You’d think working at a video store would be easy as pie. Simple, straight forward, easy transactions. And it is.

But behind the scenes it’s a much different story.

My boss has a second job. Therefore, she is always running late coming to this one, which means I’m stuck at work until she decides to show up. If I’m scheduled to work 10-5, I plan for 10-6:30. It’s not fair. I have a life, too.

And since she has that job, the store is a mess. I get to pick up after my coworkers, I get to fax in the time cards, I get to do what no one else does. For $6.50 an hour. Fuck that.

Plus my coworkers are fucking stupid. One is quitting. He’s very cool, but he needs more hours and better pay. Who can blame him? The other one is cutting back to one day a week. The other one just happens to be my husband’s nephew…argh. He’s a problem in itself. This is his first job, so he has no respect for anyone and likes to talk lots of shit about other people. Mostly my boss. He bitches if she needs him to cover her shift—understandable, but still. The stuff he pulls is worse than that. He doesn’t close right, ever. I come in in the morning and there’s popcorn all over the floor, movies are everywhere, the money drawer is off. I’M SICK OF HIM GETTING PAID FOR NOTHING! He doesn’t pay attention or even care.

He’s driving me nuts. Some days I just want to look at him and say, “Shut the fuck up. Like you even know what you’re talking about,” and slap him very hard across the face. I know this is because I’m stressed out enough without needing to listen to his macho crap, but I don’t care. One hard slap and life would be much better….

So yeah. I am either quitting or working one day a week. I don’t need this shit anymore. My life is hard enough as it is.