People have Shit for brains

Well, I guess you could say that I've been busy. I worked Saturday and Sunday. Went in Monday after checking my schedule online all day and they had me scheduled for just 5 hours. Got my paycheck and asked the BossMan why. He Scheduled me 3p-8p on Alma Hwy for Wednesday and 4p-8p in Roland for Thursday. So, I get up wednesday and talk to Guy first thing for a long time. Then mom-in-law calls and needs me to pickup MarsWife and drop the boys off at Daycare. Ok, no biggie, I dont mind that. Continue talking to Guy while I go do that. Then I get ready for work and go in. I get there about 2:30ish pm (I like to be ontime) and chat with the Tatoo place next door for a minute and then go in. I meet another co-worker I've never met. Chat with him. Another lady comes in at 3pm to work with me. Then another Girl comes in at 3:10pm. They scheduled 3 of us there. Well, lady #1, her schedule online says she's suppose to be there. My schedule online only told me about Tuesday @ Roland. Lady #2s schedule has nothing on it. *Boggles*. Ok, so we call the Rogers Ave office AGAIN and ask them AGAIN what it is they want us to do about the schedule. They say that I was suppose to be in Roland from 3pm to 9pm (closing). JUST great. I know the bossman told me 3pm to 8pm on Alma Hwy because HE wrote it DOWN! SO, I get in my car and drive from VanBuren, Arkansas to Roland, Oklahoma with Idiots going 35 miles a goddamned hour on a 65-75 Mile and hour highway!!! Livid I am already because of the location fuckups I start blaring on my horn and stop just in time to see Cops up ahead for whatever reasons.... I get to the Roland office...Shit thier is fucked up, ofcourse. I got people calling and bitching that thier returns are fucked up because they dont have thier money yet and, let me tell ya folks, the IRS just started accepting Returns Yesterday....Anyways, I'm dealing with that. I fix a return. I finish someone else's return. And I do my own returns (customers not my personal). After all is said and done, its finally quiet. Lady I was with leaves at 8pm. I'm stuck there for an hour til 9pm. Its 9pm, 9:05pm to be exact, I'm in the process of clocking out and the phone rings. I answer the phone. AGAIN, a person who I wanting to know where thier check is. They filed the other day, they wanted an "ACR"="Accelerated Check Refund"=you get your check in 11-21 days. *SCREAM* Deal with her. Call the Rogers Ave office, tell them I'm leaving and about that person. Leave opener msg to call her or have the person who did her return to call her. Lock the doors and leave. Get to the Apt and realize....Yap, I never clocked out. I had to call Rogers Ave again and have them clock me out.

I go to Taco Bell to get dinner. Sit down at the computer, I'm in a bad mood so I want to mud and kill shit. Mud is down, again.

I had a total shit fuck of a day.