my day is all wacky now. the girl who was supposed to come in tonight had her mother call in sick. i was.. late. insert frown here. so i left around three thirty, and we had barely started lunches, which is unheard of. i have to go back at six. we were busy all morning and my thumb started to throb. i kept wondering why i was there, what i was doing working there when i know i could be doing less and making more money somewhere else. why should i tolerate being asked why i left the front end to help a customer when there was no one else available? why put up with such nonsense? that is the voice of stress. i stay because i have some sense of loyalty, as i tend to like the people i work with. they gave me more responsibility and it probably wouldn't be a bad move for me to keep this job for another year. holding my position for two and a half years would look good on paper. unless the idea is to save money.. in which case this job isn't exactly helpful.

i don't know. yeah. i wanted to write, but i have to go back to work now.