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Today was the first day in a very long time that I honestly felt like breaking down into tears when I couldn't blame it upon feminine hormones.

For two days now Gretta and I have been busting our butts trying to clear the overstock freight out of the backroom and onto the salesfloor. We made tremendous progress. Therefore, last night, the Night Shift took it upon themselves to continue the effort (making it sound, of course, like it was all their doing to begin with) only... it's wrong. Stocking freight is a relatively simple task. I used to think that even an idiot could do it, so simple it is.

Wal-Mart's night crew has proven me wrong. Every possible way to screw it up, they have. Repatedly.

I'm so tired of it. There used to be a time when your hard work was acknowledged, and the f*ck-ups of others were addressed with those individuals. Not anymore. Now, if something is screwed up in my department, it's my fault, regardless of who did it.

So, yeah, I spent the entire fucking day fixing the mess. That was not what I'd planned on doing today, damnit.

Reeeaaaaally tempted to call in sick tomorrow. My throat hurts anyway, and I almost always get sick when I get depressed, so there's a good possibility that by tomorrow morning I will be sick. *sigh*

I can only imagine what horrors will lie in store for me if I take a few days off...

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