This is fucking ridiculous

This week's supposed  work schedule:

• Monday: 12-4
• Tuesday: 10-4
• Wednesday: Off
• Thursday: Off
• Friday: 12-4
• Saturday: 10-4
• Sunday: Off

This week's actual schedule:

• Monday: 12-4
• Tuesday: 10-4
• Wednesday: Off
• Thursday: 5-10
• Friday: 12-4
• Saturday: 10-4
• Sunday: 5-10

Normally, this wouldn't bother me. However, this week, we have had two high school graduations, and all the soccer tournaments are taking place. I'm so tired and my feet are killing me so badly that I haven't slept in my bed in a week because I can't make it up the stairs. I barely managed to be able to stand long enough to shower. My hair is still wet because I couldn't stand long enough to blow it dry and I can't  do it properly sitting down. When I flat-iron it though, I'm definitely sitting down.

One day off, barely eating, and being so fucking busy at work that half the time I couldn't tell you my head from my ass is really beginning to catch up with me. At least I'm off next Saturday for the benefit concert. And, I've had to up my song list, because they extended my set to a full hour.

Bonnie (the manager of Subway) bitched at me all day yesterday because she had to be at work on her day off because Randall called in when there was nothing to prevent him from working except laziness, so she was in a bad mood. Unfortunately, I seem to be her favourite target, and she hasn't liked me since day one. She thinks that just because I'm nineteen, I don't know anything and I have to be spoken to like I'm five. I fucking hate that. I may be young, but I'm not a fucking moron, and I'm more mature than most people twice my age. It will all be worth it in the end though, so I hold my tongue (a huge struggle for me) and I go about my day. Fucking bitch.