Uhhh...what about ME?

So, here's the deal:  I'm getting really, really fed up with people.  So much for the part of my New Year's Resolutions where I claim I'm going to do more for myself!  I've come to discover it's pretty difficult to do more for yourself when no one thinks of you.

That's right, I said it...no one thinks of me.  And I'm not just talking about guys don't think about dating me, or whatever.  I mean that everyone this week has been a giant disappointment.  No one thinks of what may or may not be convenient for me.  No one thinks about what I have to do today, tomorrow, or next week.  I don't want to go into a ton of detail because I need to just put it all behind me and move on, but here are the basics:

Part of my family has changed plans and can no longer take care of something for the original time they offered to do so.  I understand that they're doing a favor, and when it turns out they aren't able to do the favor as intended, the responsibility has to fall on me.  I just wish it didn't turn out that way.  I ended up figuring everything out and the whole situation is going to be totally fine, but I'm really, really bad at last minute things.  I don't do last minute very well and I get extremely stressed out with these situations.

So, I thought I was de-stressed about that, until I got to work.  I arrive at work to find out another manager has scheduled me to work at a different location this weekend.  Nothing like a little short notice.  If they'd have asked me they'd know I can't work anywhere else on Saturday because my manager is on vacation and we're short-staffed.  Sunday was my only scheduled day off next week, so now I have to change that schedule around because someone else was irresponsible.

Do people think I don't have a life?  What is it that makes it seem like I have nothing better to do than change around my schedule, my life, to meet everyone else's needs and shortcomings?  I'm so sick of being punished for everyone else's lack of consideration.

You may be wondering why I don't just say "no" when some of this happens.  Well, when I don't say "no" it's usually because I know it will be inconvenient or negatively affect someone else, so I actually consider other people.

It feels extremely shitty to know no one thinks of you.  Ugh.

Happenings at Your Local Grocery Store

I had a high school job at a grocery store.  I had the exciting duty of bagging up all your groceries after the cashier scanned them.  I never understood why I wasn't good enough to push UPCs across some red beams, but I dealt with it.

Typically, the baggers would just move back and forth between registers with long lines.  Sometimes, if a cashier noticed his or her line was getting really long, they'd call over for help.  Well, out of all four baggers working this day, I was called over to another register.  I got there only to find an elderly couple and one lady behind them.  I didn't think anything of it, the elderly couple had a lot of stuff so maybe that was why this guy called me to his register.

I had talked with this guy before.  The store was short on lockers for employees so he gave me the combination to his in case I wanted to put my purse in it.  Now, being 25, I would probably not do that.  however, at age 17 I didn't really care since the contents of my purse was makeup.  I always put any cash and my driver's license in my pocket while I was working.

So, this guy kept scanning things and sending them my way to be bagged.  I picked up a carton of ice cream and it had a piece of paper on top of it, I picked it off and was about to give it to the man or woman in the couple, but it was written with a black sharpie so I couldn't help reading it.

You're hot.  What's your number?

Whoa.  Did this old man send me this note on top of his mint chocolate chip ice cream?  I just stared at it for a while, while the cashier stared at me.  Finally, I looked up and understood the note was from him.  I didn't really like the cheesy way he went about this, so I crumpled up the note and threw it at his head and said, "Oops!  Sorry!"

He never called me over to his register again.  Oh well.