descretion?

i called in sick today. i seriously doubted that my mental health could have taken another day of work. which brings up another topic.... blog descrection.

i come here to voice my annoyances and to talk about things that piss me off and irritate me. but when i talk to people about how i have a blog, they usually want the web address. then i am sent into a tailspin of panic: "did i post anything really horrible? did i bash this person or something they cherish more than life on my blog? did i claim some sort of allegiance to something they abhor? is homeland security about to knock on my door?" to prevent this from happening, i have stopped giving out my blog address to people i don't know very well. and i've been a little bit more discreet about what i put on here. i leave the big, bad rants for my journal.

with that said, i am going to say that starbucks is starting to wear on me.

i worked with a young lady last night. she is a bitch. silence is her weapon and her short, mumbling directives are shot out like bullets. when you do something wrong or if you don't know how to do something, she pushes you out of the way and takes over with a huff, like you are the biggest idiot on the planet. she doesn't tell you what's going on or what's going to happen. she go through the night angry and irritated. why wouldn't i love working with a caring person such as this?

after working for about 20 days straight, having to deal with incompetence at SB during what should be my weekend, i needed a day off. and i called about 5 SB to get a replacement for my shift. and i don't feel bad.

ok, well. maybe a little.