5:30pm and all is dead...

My Goddess, today has been the slowest day in memory here at work. I mean, at 5pm, we hit 350 calls.
Normally, we'd be at 350 calls around 1-2pm. I'm going 10-15 minutes between calls.

Having looked at the remnants of my budget, I'm starting to seriously consider the idea of moving down to Alabama for a while and living with my dad. I've not paid my cell bill yet (11 days past due), I've not gotten my meds filled (now four days cold turkey), and I have no clue how I'm going to manage rent and also paying my car insurance (insurance due the 29th, and rent on the 3rd). Hell, I'm not even sure about food or gas for the next while.

The entire Chris situation has rather frustrated the hell out of me and it's really starting to really affect my mood. Then again, four days off the Zoloft hasn't done any good in that regard either.

I'm going to go home tonight, fix myself something quick for dinner, and lock myself in my room for the weekend. I may have plans at some point in the weekend, but I'll believe that when they happen.

*** Intermission for a 5:30pm Rush ***

Okay, now I'm very much beyond pissed off.

Apparently, I'm now the designated "oh shit" cleaner. One of my cow-irkers realized that she hadn't set any of the manual key orders that she had done to ship second day. Okay, go fix it. Oh no, it's 5:30 and I have to leave. I can't work late. So it lands on my desk for me to clean up her 22 orders and also have a frantic rush to get my own 28 orders done.

Goddamn, are people that fucking stupid nowadays? I swear I've had a blond convention calling me today.

I want out of work. Now.

I may not come back on Monday. I'm sick and tired of this bullshit.