Feels like a monday

And boy do I have things to blog about. I worked from 9:30 am to 5 pm today because Dave asked me to pick up a coworkers hours, so she could watch her grandchildren. That's dandy. I need the extra money anyways, because I'm saving up for a laptop. I get to work all excited to be working on the sales floor, when lo and behold, I'm in the fitting room. That's not so bad, but I just hate it. Then Kayla finds out she's backup register. (Backstory: Kayla is terrified of being on register, because she gets flustered very easily, is afriad of the coordinator Pat, and somehow ends up off on her drawer all the time). So Kayla calls Bill, telling him that Dave told her she'd need to be retrained. Bill says "Okay. Megan can do it." So I'm in the fitting room (and the attendant can't leave unless there's backup) and backup register. Okay. The plan was that if I got called up, Kayla would come cover for me. Fine. Then this lady comes out, says she needs a sweater in a different size. Problem: she's wearing clothes she hasn't payed for yet. The rule is, nobody can leave the fitting room area in our clothes. But did she listen, when I tried to stop her twice? No, infact, she was extremely rude about it, and yelled at me. I can't stand people like that. Its infantile, really. "Well, my clothes are in there and I'm not getting dressed!" wow.

I ended up on register for most of the day. Then I get home, to find my expected cell phone bill. The trouble? My bill is supposed to be around $90, for a shared plan and unlimited texts. Fine. But this bill says I owe $219. Which is way off. This is the SECOND time they've screwed up and added stuff I shouldn't be paying for. Like unlimited SMS messaging (I dont even know what that IS). Ugh.

To make it worse, I balanced my checkbook and I've only got $100 to my name, at least, untill I get paid tomorrow. But still. I'm tired, my feet hurt, and I'm screwing up my mom's credit (the phone is in her name, because Eric and I don't have credit yet). I'm not a happy kittymoose.