Reasons why Coles should not have employed me

Ok, so, yesterday, at work, I had one of those days.

No really, it was awful.

You see, I have been steadily getting tireder and tireder for the past month.
I keep missing out on sleep, and I just haven't had time to catch up yet.
I have HUGE bags under my eyes, which I can barely keep open, and I can't walk in straight line.
No, seriously, when walking on the footpath, I keep falling off. I don't know how I keep doing this because it is a footpath, but regardless, I keep falling off it.

So, getting back to yesterday.
Who wants to hear a story?
Good.

You see, it all started when my bus ran late. I know, how cruel. Then again, shame on me for relying on public transport. The thing about my bus being late, though, is that, you have to run. To get anywhere, you have to run if you re late.

And the thing about my work shoes is that they frown upon running.
You see, they’re still new. And although they are the most comfortable pair of shoes I’ve ever owned, they still give me blisters.

Basically, my feet are in a lot of pain right now.

Moving on, I get to work, and I’m told to go opposite mum (silly peoples, I’, not allowed to!) but blahdiblah, she moves. And, I’m all by my little lonesome *tear.

And then it started. I could feel my eyes closing right away, they were just too tired. I kept forgetting to greet customers, or ask for flybuys, or read them what the machine said (macfielders can’t all read, this is very important.)

And then I dropped it. I think it was a soft drink bottle. The first thing I have ever broken. Once I dropped it, it fizzed so much it blew it's lid off (sure, it would have been funny if it wasn't so embarassing).
And then the second thind I've ever broken... it was some kind of fruit or veg, but once I dropped it, it was just a schmeer on the floor.

Of course this is not at all bad, no one got hurt, I cleaned everything up, blahdiblah, all is good. And then I dropped the third thing. (Keep in mind I'm very tired!) You know how you can get glass bottles of ginger beer in sets of 4? Yeah, I dropped one of them. Glass flew everywhere, this is when I started crying. (Leave me alone! I'm sensitive, okay?)

So my supervisor, Leigh, came over and started cleaning it up. And then, she could tell I was really upset, and she told me to take a break, and come back in 10, she was really nice actually. (She's been nice to me ever since the day she thought she'd upset me, I can't even remember what she said, but I don't mind, I like her being nice.)

So yeah.
I suck.
(No really, this blog has no point)

OK, I've found a point (amazing how clever I am, really).

I hate it when people critise how I overreact to everything. You see, for me, crying is no big deal, I mean like, watch a movie lately? I cry pretty much everyday. I know, I probably shouldn;t, especially since I never drink anything, and thus my body loses a lot of water, but I do.

Crying is an outlet. I cry when I'm happy, sad, bored, PMSy, annoyed, embarrassed, laughing too much from something Amy said. And it doesn't always mean there's something wrong. Sometimes I cry because I want to feel vulnerable (I think it's so I feel little again, I don't know).

So, it's not me overreacting, it's just me being me. Deal with it.

(Oh, but I never cry around friends. But that's another story altogether)