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Tag Archives: frustration
I had an interesting Twitter debate this morning after someone spoke of a Starbucks kid who screwed his store over by twice not showing up as the “keyholder” to open the shop. The debate came from completely different perspectives — I’m getting on in my 30s, spent 15 years in retail, dreamed of a better day [...]
I’m frustrated as hell today. I know I’m PMSing. I’m getting pissed off at obligations, frustrated at my lack of time, angry at the day ahead of me, and I have nothing I can do to really change or improve any of it, other than the plans on tap. It’s chemicals, man. I’d apologize, but I don’t [...]
And what do I choose to do with it? Sleep. It would seem Girl has pathological bed tendencies. Someone get a shrink. No, no. I had a migraine-ish thing. On the list of 817 things you don’t really know about me is the fact that I am the Human Barometer. Yes, a weather front shift [...]