Dum dum dum

So I was scheduled to work till 9 p.m. last night, but on the daily breakdown my name went till 11 p.m. I was frustrated. I don't mind working extra hours, because basically we could all use the extra money, but the fact it was British Thanksgiving and they ASSUMED I had no life to stay and work, AND they never asked me too in the first place. . . . . . . . it's all just an insult to my way of being. Deep right?

Of course me being who I am, I'm terrible with confrontation, so I almost never do it. I'm usually that character in the movie who just deals with the fact they're being stepped on and moves on. I usually just get my revenge later on and secretly.

Grudges are dumb.

If there is a point where there is absolutely no way out of the situation, I'll rehearse and rehearse and rehearse what I'm going to say and then breathlessly whip out word vomit to the antagonist. OR write out a letter. Usually, I won't send them.

Still pathetic.

Anyway, since confontation seemed like a bad idea(at the time) AND I didn't care if I were to get fired, since I hate my job anyway (I'm using very little creativity at work) I just decided to leave. One reason I haven't been able to quit yet was because of the confrontation factor. So, I didn't tell anyone, I just grabbed my stuff out of my locker and left the building at the time I was originally scheduled to end my shift. 9 p.m.

Sadly, I wasn't sneaky about it all, I just left and went to British Thanksgiving. I'm a little sad I didn't make more of a spy thing out of it, I was probably just so mad I wanted to get out of there. Anyway, I won't know till Wednesday if they found out or not.

We'll see.