Poisoned Purple Pen

A tiny little mini rant

I've been good all week, so I suppose it's time for a good old-fashioned T rant

I survived the first week of Ramadan reasonably well. I haven't had headaches from a lack of caffeine since I've been waking up at 4:30 to get two cups of coffee in me, but man, the exhaustion is crazy. I can barely stay awake. And being cold all the time doesn't help. I am eating a lot less and filling up quickly during dinner. Desserts are a passion right now. We have plenty, but not a lot of room to actually enjoy them.

I spent one entire day last week telling myself I would break my fast when I got home from work and binge on ice cream and hot fudge. But by the time I made it come, cut up all of the items for fattouche, and started dinner, it was a moot point. After dinner, yep, I went for it. I was so craving hot fudge. However, they didn't have the brand I usually buy, so I got the store brand. Let me tell you, it was a complete disappointment. The fudgy goodness was lacking, ruining the good ice cream I bought. What a pain in the ass to wait it out all day and be
stuck with a crappy dessert. Oh well, I know never to buy that store brand again.

Here it is Sunday, and where am I? At work

My day worker just sucks. I admit it. She shows up and doesn't steal from me, which I have to keep reminding myself, but as a worker, she SUCKS ASS!

Getting her off her phone from her daily family dramas is a hardship. Getting her up off her ass is another hardship.

Today, someone drove off with the nozzle still in the car. How many people do this still amazes me. The video glitches out three times. I see him drive off and stop, get out, then it jumps to him back at his car, and somehow the hose is reattached, then it jumps, and my lazy employee is outside smoking. I cannot say if she was aware of what he did since she didn't bother to contact me. But there's a gas receipt here from that time of day.

Like Fuck, seriously. What must I do to get people to understand this costs me money? Everyone is aware I have to pay for this shit, that they are required to get license plate numbers and make the brain-fogged idiots pay for this so it's not coming out of my pocket. What good does a damn receipt where she returned $5 to them do me? She's so fucking incompetent it makes me want to rip my damn hair out.

And here I am, on Sunday. I'm sitting here watching as hubby tries to fix it, but it's a two-person job, which means my busiest pump is down until Monday morning, after the rush, and that's if they can change out the breakaway. I have one left in my stash, but I hate them because they are one-and-done. One drive off, the breakaway is garbage. I liked the one we used to have because it can be reattached, but the dude drove off so damn fast that he broke it. Dumbass.

I hate this business, which is probably why it's a failure, making me feel like a complete failure. Now he's working on a car with an electrical issue.

And I'm blogging just in the hopes of keeping up and earning that 7 day achievement blogging badge.

I'll make it if it kills me . This is day four afterall.