Well, because my boss asked the other person to come in on a Friday, a day of the week she usually does not work -- my God, we need to hire more people -- it makes some sense to schedule her for one of the Saturdays that I could work without a conflict. My boss was going to give me that other Saturday, which is next Saturday, but I would not get overtime for it because I planned on taking a couple days off that week. Why? Well, I wanted to go on a vacation, but I chose not to (well, not to leave the state), and yet I still kept the dates. More on that later. Anyway, I countered by asking if I could move these vacation dates to early the following week, but he has already mapped out all the assignments for the other days this month, and he preferred that I stick to working the week I thought about being "on vacation."
So, in conclusion, my co-worker gets three Saturdays, and I get only this Saturday, and I didn't really want to work this Saturday, and I would not have minded working the next two Saturdays. So practically everything is the exact opposite of what I want, and that's annoying as shit.
2) Afternoon break yesterday. It is rare to see a break room completely empty, but I think the Excessive Heat Warning convinced a lot of workers to ... go outside, or something. Anyway, I had my choice of tables to sit down and eat the bread Father packed for me. I repeat: The place was completely empty. And then some dude, for no good goddamn reason, takes his lunch bag and promptly sits at the same table as I. The fuck?! You had three tables from which to choose, and yet you wanted to invade my space?
He also, for some fucking reason, picked up his water bottle, squeezed some water in his mouth, then slammed, and I mean slammed, the bottle on the table, jarring the phone I was looking at. I was so disgusted at this prick I left the table early, and of course this cringy motherfucker also leaves. I gave him a passive-aggressive wave, telling him to fuck off in my own personal way without him knowing I was even gesturing toward him. Maybe he got the message, maybe he didn't. Maybe he'll never do something as stupid as sitting right next to me with every other fucking table open. But if he pulled that weird shit on purpose, I hope he knows, somehow, that it didn't go unnoticed. God, what a creep.
3) I know that these days, wearing a mask will prompt dirty looks and possibly insults from strangers. It may come more readily if I'm wearing them in a setting where experts believe the coronavirus can't spread as well, such as outdoors for a Twins Game. But I still wear them -- a surgical mask underneath an N95 mask -- because I don't fucking trust people. Yeah, I still eat indoors. Don't care; I still wear them whenever I'm not eating.
Honestly, I kept both masks wrapped around my arm for most of the Twins Loss to Detroit. But I put them both on on my way back to my car, even though I was walking outside and not loitering around any people for any stretch of time. Nevertheless, this group of two couples, all of them possibly inebriated, were walking toward me. For some goddamn reason, one of the guys made a point of getting to the other side of her girl, thus getting into a position to put himself between me and her. I had to move around him because he was making a beeline toward me. Asshole. I don't know why he felt the need to cause a physical confrontation. Well, I have one guess: His mediocre bitch friend blurted out, "Mask life!" I think this anti-masker MAGAt boyfriend was scared of a guy wearing a mask and wanted to show strength by protecting his drunk-ass cunt of a girl. Meh; or maybe I just wish he was afraid. But shit, man, I really wish I were stronger so that I could've kicked his ass if he wanted to pick a fight with me.
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Yesterday was ... a day.
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