When you wake up in a bad mood and shit exacerbates the situation.
I woke up this morning with every instinct telling me to throw a sickie. This is not a new feeling, I am currently hating my job as a cleaner at a nursing home. The residents are really nice or I'd have quit already, but the job is basically a demotion from cook. After writing my last car off and them holding a job open for me for a month while my shoulder recovered I accepted the cleaning role because they had been loyal to me.
Anyway, I had to give a woman a lift to work so I didn't throw the sickie. I get to the pickup point on time and the lady is ten minutes late. She apologized and I bit my tongue, drive a few km's over the speed limit to get there just on time. When I get there the same plumbers that left a mop bucket for three days with about 80% shit and 20% water are there, first thing they do is ask me to set up a mop bucket for them. While biting my tongue I asked if they were the ones that left the dirty bucket there last time. Smile from a fucking moron of a plumber "Yeah one of the ladies in the kitchen said to leave it" I confirmed two minutes later that this was a lie. I tell them that if a health inspector had found it in the three days that I wasn't working, 20 nurses, 6 kitchen staff and a few others would be out of work, 30 residents would have been forced to find new accommodation because we would have lost our accreditation and that I wasn't setting a bucket up for them. *stunned dopey look from the plumber*. I go to speak to the boss who gives zero shits and tells me to give them a mop bucket so I bite my tongue even more (it's hanging by a thread by now) and give them the kitchen bucket as the boss directed me to. I made them set it all up themselves though and left before I called the plumber a fuckwit and headbutted him. By now my bad mood is smouldering anger which lingered till half hour from finishing time. Forced smile all day because my bad mood shouldn't ruin anyone elses day. I wound up having a chat with my favorite resident who is 96 and walks marathons, complains good naturedley about everything but is incredibly positive at the same time. My mood lifted a little bit until at finishing time I go to look for another lady I drive home. She's nowhere to be found after 15 minutes so I ring her. She's found another lift 5 minutes before I was done. Thanks for letting me fucking know asshole. Anyway I was supposed to fish with a mate this afternoon, but was back in the foulest of foul moods, so I didn't go.
Overall it was a shit day with the only saving grace being my favorite oldie and the conversation I had with her. But I'm going to stop putting off looking for a new job. I'm sick to death of the drive the repetitive nature of the job and cleaning fucking toilets. On the plus side the plumbers actually washed the mop bucket really well. I think their pea brain actually grasped the fact that I wanted to break their nose along with the fact that we need to adhere to some high standards of cleanliness. I was half hoping they'd argue with me early in the day so I could give them both barrels. Good fucking riddance to today. I'll be glad when I go to bed. But I'm half hoping for an unsolicited call from someone trying to either sell me something or from Optus asking me to go onto a contract for the 500th time so I can swear and yell at someone.