End of the night at work:
"ok causals, you’ve been here all of five minutes I think you all deserve to go home now."
"Part timers, you have been working for about a good hour now, you should all definitely go home, thanks guys."
"Oh thank god, I am soooo tired you guys."
"Alright, that just leaves the full timers, you guys have been working 13-15 hour shifts all week with no days off but your good to stay right? I mean its not like you have a life or anything anyway is it?
"Great, so get comfy and I expect to see you working at 5am sharp, oh and can someone pick Georgia off the floor."
I am currently on day 9 of my 11 day stretch at work with no days off. I am fucking knackered, definitely looking for another job this is ridiculous. having a day off shouldn’t be a fucking reward. September can go and suck a dick.
I haven’t seen any of my friends in months and my life literally is nothing but work now. My rare days off are filled with the stuff I have no time for; (shopping, washing, general clearing, sorting out appointments, bills and all that bollocks.) My body clock is shot to bits, it’s 2:15am and I have work again tomorrow at 1 but I can’t sleep because i’ve done nothing but lates.
The only positive out of this job is meeting my boyfriend. I work in the same damn place as him but I never see him either, wtf! i’ve been in hospitality too long to put up with anymore of this bullshit, i’m going to find a 9-5 if it kills me!