Saturday was much better than my shitty Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
I failed to mention all that happened on Thursday that made the day so bad. First I had to open at PetSmart, my shift was from 6am-12pm, and i only slept maybe an hour the prior night. That is actually my favorite shift because there is a lot to do and I am busy nonstop for 6 hours. But within the first 15 minutes of my shift I stepped in cat shit. Awesome. I was cleaning out the cat cages in the adoption center, pulled out a blanket (which a cat apparently shit on), the shit fell on the floor (i didn't notice)....and mush- i stepped in it. Super.
Had some bitchy customers, but whatever they are all assholes. Then the plant tank overflowed and water went everywhere.......spent forever mopping it. When returning the mop bucket to the back room, I spilled it everywhere. Super. When feeding the snakes, none of them were eating.....so I literally had to hand feed them baby mice. Awesome. Then the manager, Donny, fucked up my schedule for this upcoming week by giving me shifts during the times I specifically said I could not work and more than 25 hours....so I left him a nasty note.
Then as I was leaving, I changed, got my stuff and took out my phone. Had many text messages and one was from Joanna. It said, "I have to cancel our appointment today. I am sorry, but I am sick. Please confirm that you received this." I didn't even finish reading the message before I burst into tears. I thought I was over being that emotional. I thought I was better at controlling myself.
Cried for over an hour. Still crying when I went to walk my one dog. After that, I honestly do not remember what I did the rest of the day. I think I went home and then Carlos suggested we get cfoffee and go to the bookstore. Oh, I did have another dog walk which I made Carlos go with me on. He enjoyed it actually. I didn't want to eat anything- I was so emotional that I think I made myself sick to my stomach. Eventually at 930pm Carlos was starving and ordered pizza. Had me eat two slices. After slice one, I was hungry. So I ate another. Then I ate 3 of Carlos' pizza crusts. What a fucking fat ass. I regreted that so much the next day.
I just feel like a complete obese whale. I still do. Yesterday my food intake was low, so I had an additional supplement, then ate a lot of nuts before I went to bed. Now this morning I feel so disgusting. I can't believe that I ate all that. Why did I have that extra supplement. I am sure I went above my meal plan. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Off to work in an hour now. Working quite a bit this upcoming week. Wednesday 6a-12p. Thursday 6a-12p. Friday 330p-930p. Saturday 7a-1230p. Sunday 1p-630p. Plus 7 dog walks and 2 cat visits.
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I failed to mention all that happened on Thursday that made the day so bad. First I had to open at PetSmart, my shift was from 6am-12pm, and i only slept maybe an hour the prior night. That is actually my favorite shift because there is a lot to do and I am busy nonstop for 6 hours. But within the first 15 minutes of my shift I stepped in cat shit. Awesome. I was cleaning out the cat cages in the adoption center, pulled out a blanket (which a cat apparently shit on), the shit fell on the floor (i didn't notice)....and mush- i stepped in it. Super.
Had some bitchy customers, but whatever they are all assholes. Then the plant tank overflowed and water went everywhere.......spent forever mopping it. When returning the mop bucket to the back room, I spilled it everywhere. Super. When feeding the snakes, none of them were eating.....so I literally had to hand feed them baby mice. Awesome. Then the manager, Donny, fucked up my schedule for this upcoming week by giving me shifts during the times I specifically said I could not work and more than 25 hours....so I left him a nasty note.
Then as I was leaving, I changed, got my stuff and took out my phone. Had many text messages and one was from Joanna. It said, "I have to cancel our appointment today. I am sorry, but I am sick. Please confirm that you received this." I didn't even finish reading the message before I burst into tears. I thought I was over being that emotional. I thought I was better at controlling myself.
Cried for over an hour. Still crying when I went to walk my one dog. After that, I honestly do not remember what I did the rest of the day. I think I went home and then Carlos suggested we get cfoffee and go to the bookstore. Oh, I did have another dog walk which I made Carlos go with me on. He enjoyed it actually. I didn't want to eat anything- I was so emotional that I think I made myself sick to my stomach. Eventually at 930pm Carlos was starving and ordered pizza. Had me eat two slices. After slice one, I was hungry. So I ate another. Then I ate 3 of Carlos' pizza crusts. What a fucking fat ass. I regreted that so much the next day.
I just feel like a complete obese whale. I still do. Yesterday my food intake was low, so I had an additional supplement, then ate a lot of nuts before I went to bed. Now this morning I feel so disgusting. I can't believe that I ate all that. Why did I have that extra supplement. I am sure I went above my meal plan. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Off to work in an hour now. Working quite a bit this upcoming week. Wednesday 6a-12p. Thursday 6a-12p. Friday 330p-930p. Saturday 7a-1230p. Sunday 1p-630p. Plus 7 dog walks and 2 cat visits.
blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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