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I'm gonna eat the FUCKING. WALLS. these bitches can't SCHEDULE me a clopen, AFTER TELLING ME I CAN'T SWITCH SHIFTS WITH SOMEONE BECAUSE THEN I'D BE CLOPENING. I COULD'VE SWORN WE HAD LANGUAGE AGAINST THAT IN OUR CONTRACT, BUT NOOOO, SO I CAN'T EVEN GRIEVE IT AND INSTEAD I'M EATING THE DRYWALL.
Someone needs to fuck my eye socket with a knife, I'm so done.
(For context I work a Five AM and then they want me to come in for a Two AM, which may not seem that bad except have we considered circadian rhythm)
Work reviews are so fun, it's all "your skills are all really good, you're progressing really fast, good work." And then they get to the attitude part and, "you have good days and bad days... When you have bad days you tend to be a bit coarse and cold. We have to fight a bit to get you to take direction, you need to understand that you aren't in trouble if you need help with something." Somehow, that all ends up knocking you on your ass faster than any therapy session has, and wow! I do, in fact, worry that everyone is mad when I don't know something! My ADHD and all the heavy hormonal fluctuations that come with it, is in fact a disability that I should get help with!
And then you almost cry in front of you manager and it isn't cool.