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In Which I Have A Tantrum, and Get Judged For It

Tonight, I got a phone call from the girl who works the shift before me at The Zoo. Apparently when our boss, said that our hours ?end before finals,? what she meant was ?Hours anywhere you don't work end before finals.?

Which means that my shifts, out in the main building, are still on.

Which meant that I had to drive back to campus in the wretched, soul-crushing weather, to come work for a measly hour's worth of pay, all in a guilt-ridden tizzy, because I was late. Trust me, friends, I do not make enough in an hour to pay the gas it took me to drive there and back. But I came back, because that's what had to be done, obviously.

Wait, did I say "an hour"? What I mean to say was ?five hours? because my coworker and classmate is a lazy sack of shit, and won?t be coming in to relieve me for his shift. Remember that guilt trip I was feeling earlier? Yeah. Apparently not everyone was raised Catholic.

My current options are:

1. Leave work, a whole mess of students, and roughly $30k of equipment unsupervised until midnight. Let the magical work elves do closing duties.*

2. Succumb to my ?have to be a responsible person? urges, and stay here. Resent StupidLazyLawStudentCoworker. Lock up at midnight.

Imaginary conversation I wish I had with StupidLazyLawStudentCoworker, but didn't:
DUDE. It's your job. And seeing as you don't have a real one yet, don't you think you should maybe show up to the one you do have?

Le sigh. I should have. Because- hello, dude, and also: WTF. I am reduced to Valleyisms in my coworker-induced hissy fit. There is much stamping of feet in these parts.

Also, I do not have my glasses. Argh.

I won?t lie to you: I tried to leave. I packed up, put on my coat, and got halfway out the door- then was overcome by my guilt and ?what if something happened? feelings, and came back. I can?t say I won?t make a break for it again.

I'll keep you updated. I hate The Zoo.

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Update, 10:11 pm: In which Gmail puts me in my place.

Before I could finish this post, I emailed Darwin my hissy-fit. This is our ensuing gchat:

NB: I hope you still love me when I am having a big stomping hissy fit in study hall. Because guess what? Yeah.

D: I might love you more because of it.

NB: Good, because I am being as unlovable as possible to everyone else right now. Meh.

D: Uh oh. Guess what?

D: control your emotions

D: positive psych experts

NB: Well shit. Apparently gmail thinks I am having a tantrum, too.

*Is this a viable option? Do you think they hire out? I need elves!

Full post as published by Thanks, But No Thanks. on December 16, 2008 (boomark / email).