6 Days and I'm About To Cry

I’m tired, crabby and last night I cracked. I’m not very happy and yet I’m trying to find the grace god wants me to see. I am getting ready for work at the moment and a little frustrated. This is the sixth day I have had to work this week and I’m tired; correction I’m exhausted. I don’t think it would be that much of a tragedy if I didn’t have to work with an impossible lady. I’m trying to be optimistic and find all the learning experiences involved. I am looking forward to being a part of something incredible. Little children will have a great Halloween party because of all my efforts. I guess I just don’t understand why even the paid people get at least two days off and I’m not allowed any rest. Even on a Sunday, which is the day of rest. I’m just complaining when I don’t need to be. I’m probably making this situation worse than it needs to be. Maybe it comes also from the fear of having to go somewhere completely different find a place and money to park in downtown. I don’t know why people don’t understand that sometimes you can’t afford to go other places. This is reality I suppose. I can’t wait until I can work in a bakery making beautiful cakes and things that people stand in awe of. I want to make cakes and cookies. The things I grew up loving. I’m done venting for the day though. Only two more weeks of hell left.