Bitch bitch bitch

I had a rough week last week, and I thought this week would be better, but the week started to me thinking Jose could possibly be dead. Yesterday seemed to show improvement, but we're back to where we started today, as Jose continues to be missing and I am back to crying at work.

Jose was not at the 7-Eleven today either, which means he has not been in all week. This is unsettling for many reasons, most of which involve the fact that whoever is covering the coffee area for him is doing a real shit job of it, as they ignored the button marked "French Vanilla Cappuccino" yesterday and filled it with Vanilla Chai, which, as luck would have it, is disgusting when mixed with half a cup of ginseng-infused coffee. I mean, I drank it though. I need caffeine. Today it poured straight-up water, which left me extremely unhappy. Also, there is the fact that the only man who may ever love me has not been seen for days after a crime scene clean up van was parked outside his place of employ, but that doesn't keep me up at night.

Or does it? I haven't been sleeping very well lately. I wonder if it is my subconscious worrying over the Mexican guy who gives me free coffee.

Filled with this sense of unrest, I went into work only to discover that my inbox can no longer be contained by the physical wire basket. As such, my supervisor has begun stacking my work up on the floor next to my desk. To recycle a metaphor I like to use, my inbox is tall enough to ride roller coasters without a parent. Now, my inbox has a friend that is tall enough as well, so my work's parents can sit on the bench and relax for a while.

I made the smart mistake of asking if I could have overtime so I can catch up. I am not sure when I will actually do this overtime, seeing as it is a holiday weekend, so I have no intention of going into the office Saturday or Sunday. I have to work box office on Thursday and Friday, and since my co-workers there would not cover me when I had $200 Justin Timberlake tickets, I don't see any of them jumping at the chance to work over Labor Day weekend. So...I get to come in from celebrating the work force to even more work. Hurrah.

I'd love for something to redeem this week, but seeing as how this weekend looks unpromising, my hope is dashed.

Maybe Jose will be back on Tuesday.