Is it so wrong that I almost wish Tropical Storm Dean would become a hurricane and come straight for me?



I was supposed to go to Chicago for Labor Day weekend, but now there's drama at work that may prevent me from going. The story is way too much for me to type out, and quite frankly I'm tired of rehashing the same old stupid thing over and over again.

If I had to evacuate for a hurricane then maybe, just maybe, I can skip town and head to Chicago.

I know it's a terrible thing to wish for, but I'm just so worn out. I need this little vacation. I'm doing the work of three people and only getting paid one hourly wage, and getting chewed out for little thing in return. I'm so close to quitting.

How sucky is it that I have to run off and leave customers standing at my counter because I haven't gotten a break all day and I'm a split second from peeing on myself. I can't work like that. And how sucky is it that customers comment on how worn out I am. Seriously, I was 5 minutes from closing and on the verge of crying because all day long there were people steady pouring in through the doors and I just couldn't take any more.

All I need is one day off approved so I can take my vacation, but they won't approve it until the very last second, which I doubt will even happen. In a year and half I've only missed one day of work, and that's because I had food poisoning and couldn't tear myself away from the toilet. I bust my hump when I'm there and I even go to work when I'm sick as a dog. All I'm asking is for one day off. But see, if I miss that one day, then *gasp* the chef might actually have to work. God forbid anyone ask him to do such a thing.