It seems like there is never a day off. My boss has me doing the-day-off-in-the-middle-of-the-week thing. I’m supposed to get two days off, usually not together—that seems to be very low on their list of priorities. But what keeps happening is that I get called on at least one of my days off, if not both of them and end up working anyway. A few of the managers have been putting a stop to it, because they keep telling me I’m going to burn myself out. I finally looked over at the assistant manager the other day, shrugged, and said, “Too late for that; I already am.”
They pretend to care and all that, but I know they don’t, not really. Again and again I get called in and always have to remind people that I need a break. It’s getting to the point where I feel like a nag and don’t say anything. Last week I had to go in for my shift early at least two different days. It was probably more than that; I honestly can’t remember.
I have been trying to balance it out with sleep though, getting home and immediately going to bed. I thought it would help, but it just makes me more depressed because I feel as though I don’t do anything. And it’s true really, I don’t do anything. I had to plan for two weeks to go shopping because every time a day off rolled around I was too tired to go. I’m more or less just shopping on the internet since it’s more convenient. I can buy whatever, and do it in the middle of the night when I’m not dead tired.
I’m not really sure what I’m whining about. I’m just bored with everything and it’s weighing down on me more than ever.