Work is just the longest process ever. Im currently sitting in the staff room just watching all the staff, as I am the manager of the store, wasnt being a pervert.
Sometimes I do think, what is the point of working? Do we need to work? Obviously we do because we need to eat, pay rent and live. But really, what is the point, we are working to survive and live and eventually we die. So all that work we have done, counts for nothing really.
Maybe I only feel like this because, right now I would rather be in my bed, just relaxing under the duvet, with my head on my nice massive comfy pillow. And not have to stand for hours and walk around and constantly keep talking. I probably am more angry because ive lost my 3 weeks of holiday because of no staff, and the fact that the new holiday has started on april 1st. Which now I have 4 weeks again to use by next year, technically I should have 7 weeks!
If only i could just go home and get into my bed.