LIFE : Oh crappy day!

     Today was nothing close to that song that blasted the radio waves constantly when it came out.  No Mr. Williams, I will not clap along, not today.  Not after this weekend.  This weekend has opened my eyes and had me screeching 'f bombs' at about everything to do with my job, and my car.
 
     So let me just type in this little blurb before we get started since I haven't updated about it at all.  I left my last job a couple months ago, and took on a job with animals, mostly dogs, at a groomer/kennel.  Loved the job until the last month or so.  There's been hardly any work, despite me being there six days a week.  On Saturday, Sunday and Monday, 12 hours of my day is basically blocked out by this job, from seven in the morning, until seven at night.  I have to go in four times on all of those days, to walk dogs, feed dogs, take dogs in, send dogs home, whatever the day calls for.  Leaving me running back and forth 12 times.  I might be lucky and get an hour and a half a day on normal weekends.  During the weekdays, if there's enough dogs to call for it, I wash dogs.  I love the animal aspect of this job, lately however, it's getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that I feel absolutely owned and like a slave.  I have called the owner to ask a question about someone trying to call her who had a dog in our kennel, and was told it was her day off, and she couldn't be bothered.  This is her business, not mine.  Yet, I have requested days off in advance because of going out of town, and have gotten texts the night before telling me to come in at a certain time to work, but I can leave after.  No question of what time am I leaving to go out of town, but demanding me to come in. 

      I had heard this woman was a bitch to work for, and now that I've been there for three months, I'm seeing it finally.  I'm sick of it.  My fiancee for at least a month has been saying just quit, he can't stand it.  He hates my boss.  She's been so rude to him when he's been nice enough to bring me a water and a snack.  Not to mention the paychecks lately, the last two of mine were seventy-six and fifty-three dollars.  Now that's per week, since we get paid weekly, but that makes just $129 dollars, for two weeks.  I can't survive like this.  I can't pay any of my bills and buy food.

     Today I actually tucked my tail between my legs and went back to my previous boss and asked her to keep me in mind if she needed something.  That's how bad it is.  

     My car decided it didn't want to start today, randomly, and after a few attempts it would just fire right up like I hadn't just tried six previous times.  I have no idea why.  It would just make one simple click when I'd turn the key, but not do a thing.  So in the midst of dealing with the full kennel, my boss being an absolute bitch, my car decided it would throw some sugar into the frosting on my crap cake.  So I go to run to my fiance's work to let him know about my boss' attitude about her day off and not being bothered by her business, I'm pulling in and my car makes this 'thump ... thump' thing, and I look down and my car is overheating and doing whatever it does when it's red lined and over heating.  Awesome.  I lose it in the parking lot when I throw my car into park and turn it off.  I ended up being stuck there for over an hour while I waited for it to cool down so I could put water in it.  

     This weekend can officially bite me where the sun does not shine.  I do believe it's time I stand up for me, and stop being a "yes" person.  I can't live like this.  Sorry this post isn't all sunshine and rainbows, but honestly, the world just isn't like that lately.