I am very upset. I cannot even begin to explain.

And I don't really want to. But this is the part where I hate having a job. When I can't take time off when I need it. It's my loss isn't it? I'm the one not making the money! And there are always plenty of people there. I read 4 chapters out of my book at work today. Why? Because I was just sitting there doing nothing. I didn't get many calls tonight. I was there for 6 hours and I only took like 50. And I can't take 2 days off? Because they're short staffed? I don't think so. It's not like I was even going to take them completely off. I was just going to reschedule them for different days. Maybe I can get someone to switch shifts with me. I don't know who though. I'll try though. No harm in trying.

I seriously just want to cry. Curl up in a ball and cry. And I can't. This is the part where I hate growing up. Yeah, it bites the big one.

This makes me want to quit my job. I'm not going to, but it makes me mad. Because I know it isn't that big of a deal. And it makes me mad.