So it's Saturday. I'm not doing anything and really I should be doing something because I haven't had a day off in a long time and I've got a coldsore coming through because I got too drunk last night. Damn you herpes! You always win in the end. Why does getting drunk off my arse always have bad consequences?
But I'm stressing about my work/school timetable. School's still a week off yet I'm stressing already. I told the boss I'd need Tuesdays and Wednesdays off because I have classes those days, and she didn't want me to fill out a form saying when this was happening because she's all 'oh no we're all cool and laid-back and informal and friends in this store so don't fill out a form when you can just tell me'.
I bet she's forgotten. Not that she ever really arranges the roster when she's supposed to. Or even gets it right when she does. I'm gonna take a cannon to work and shoot her out of the cannon.