One day, I will look at a newly posted schedule and not immediately plummet into a flurry of rage and panic because a totally simple set of events has been irreparably fucked due to reasons.
I may just quit this second job. I’d rather live in poverty at one and be able to at least cry in peace with all these sweet hours off than spend every hour of every day stressing about how I’m going to make this week’s debacle work out.
Working in the children’s section of a mainstream bookstore:
Little girl: Is there any WONDER WOMAN? :’D
Me: *hunts around* um *looks more in Superhero section* um *FINALLY SPOTS IT* There’s one Wonder Woman.
Me: …There is one… *rifles through section* There is exactly one book here starring a girl superhero period.
Me: HA HA HA HA HA HA
Me: *stabs self in eyes*