corduroy

i am my own worst analysist. i couldn't sleep last nite, and after multiple apologies from my AD and GM i'm willing accept the excuse that actions were taken without thinking of their fallout.

in other words, because i found an application with craigslist as where they heard about the job, i did some searching around and found that when my own chef 86d himself, an ad was placed a a few websites for that job, when i have been doing that job for the past five months.

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i'm tired. i hate doing the scorecard thing where "i work more and harder than you" crap, but sometimes it's necessary: with the exception of this week, where i ignored my phone, i had one day off in nearly six weeks. i don't look for applause, i just want a little slack when it comes to everything else. tired.

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i'm tired of being lied to. i'm tired of having to prove myself. day after day, a.m. to p.m. I actually like what i do, like all the people i work with, and the staff...well, it's a comradre that i appreciate and know how to use. intead of the job i have that is posted, it's the job i've been for five months that's up for grabs.

for the third time. in ten months.