This is more of a "moderate-major" complaint, but I don't feel like finding that thread atm, so:
Work has really been starting to get to me as of late. The combination of the cold ass temperatures and my stomach hurting because of my Crohn's has been killing me. Second shift is the worst because I either have to walk, hope to get a ride from a coworker, or pay for an Uber. Today, however, even though I was able to take the bus home, my stomach was freaking killing me the entire time I was on shift. And it's a little difficult to act all happy-go-lucky for the customers when you feel like you're being stabbed in the stomach the entire time (though, I still did my best to do so). And of course, the managers are all like, "When you don't have any customers, do this, do that..."
"Yeah, sure. Let me get right on that. Asshat."
I barely made it through. Came home, and plopped down on the bed right away.
But I do need this job, so have to go in even when I'm hurting. It fucking sucks, but don't really have a choice.
A coworker today asked me, "Hey, would you be willing to switch with me for Saturday? (So that, basically, I'd be working until closing, 4-10:45 PM, and she'd take my 11-4:30 PM shift)" I was like, "Um, yeah, no." You have a fucking car. I don't. No way in hell I'm switching just to be stranded at work and/or have to spend another $11 on an Uber. Maybe if you gave me a ride home once in a while, I'd do it for you, but you don't. So you can fuck right off with that shit.
Besides, I asked this bitch a couple weeks ago to switch with me and she said no. Yet, she has the balls to come right out and ask me after the fact? Bitch, you're lucky I need this job or I'd punch you right, square in the jaw.