Reading Saqqara's journal

Today I was called 3 times to go into work. 3 times. Where do I work you ask? I hold down a simple job as a desk receptionist in the local dorm I live in. Sure, it's a do nothing job, and I do mean do nothing (I mostly draw and read while I'm down there).

However, due to the nature of the dorm, the desk has to be manned-- or in this case, wo-manned, as the dorm is women only-- 24 hours a day. If someone doesn't show up, it is our responsibility to fill the gap. Being the person I am, if someone can't make it, or of someone doesn't show up, I'll usually say sure, I'll fill the spot.

Today however, wore my patience super thin. I was off today, and 3 seperate times, I was called and asked to come to work because my co-workers didn't show up. I went 2 of the times, but the 3rd time I said no. I feel like my kindness is being taken advantage of, even though I enjoy the extra money that pays for my college debt. I have a mind to scream at the next person who calls me because a worker didn't come in. These people need to take lessons from Donald Trump, start firing asses, then we'll see who comes to work and who doesn't.

"It is much more comfortable to be mad and know it, than to be sane and have one's doubts."