god i'm fucking exhausted. work is kicking my ass. supposedly the upper management at my store are planning to put me on the path to UPPER management, like possibly a store or even district director. it's possible that within a year or less i'll get promoted again, to a decent position. they're going to give me a whopping .50 cent raise for taking on frozen...hahahaha. assholes. there's no point moving out at 9$ an hour...i'd be able to afford rent, utilities, food and gas, narrowly, and that's it. i wanna be at around 11. it's bullshit, i'm gonna talk to the head honcha about maybe getting more. i'm really discouraged...the whole reason i took this in the first place was because i assumed i'd be able to move out after my 2 weeks, and i don't see it happening even if i bitch about it. i'm getting kinda stressed out- since i'm usually having to help grocery i throw their shit, then when my truck gets there i usually have to throw everything myself cause they're too fucking lazy to help me (which they are supposed to do), the fucking cooler is totally fucked and there's literally no room in there, and my backstock just keeps increasing cause they won't give me time to do it. the only reason i care is cause i'm working so many hours. my schedule is pretty regular, i've got only wednesdays and fridays off, it blows. so i don't have 2 days in a row off, ever, and i need so much sleep that i don't have enough spare time to do shit that i like to do, on days where i'm willing to sacrifice sleep all i usually do is hang out, go see renay, then come home and crash, god it's gay. i need to decompress, but i have to go in again tomorrow fucking morning to order, then be there that night...jesus christ. i think i might really push for 9.50 an hour...and if they can't do that, i might just tell them ok, put me back on nights, it's not worth it.