Ugh.

 Last night was not easy. I'll back up a bit, though.

My boss not only approved my Saturday off, but she switched it to Friday morning (without me having to open the store) and offered me to come in yesterday from 5-9:45 p.m. which I did.

I worked with Chris and twas' all good. 

Last night I came home and finished up a crocheted doll I was working on.

I got bit by a large ant that crept in and went in my pants (I had to get the pants off to find it) and several other ants after that, and a heinous large winged bug thing...whose species I'd never seen before.

I recently got a handheld bug zapper and that thing worked like a beauty.

I went to bed in Mom's RV around midnight with Bella. I didn't feel like dealing with bugs in my house tonight. My overactive bladder rode me to death, of course.

You could sooner throw a parade than have me go one hour without the bathroom. I tried listening to bible movies and 4 a.m. came and I barely slept. 

I went home and tried to sleep around 4 a.m. Tired. I slept in until 11 a.m.

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Today I'm going to work with Jesus. 'Hey - Suse.'

One on one. Not my favorite scenario.

He's the coworker at your job who goes in the bathroom, clearly, to use the phone. 

He wants at least 4-6 bathroom trips, in about a 4 hour span, almost all of which taking 8-10 minutes each. And of course you can't forbid that. Lawfully. 

He only seems to be 'sick' when it's just him and I working. 

If we have more people and he's recovering the store with me, there's nary a bathroom trip or sick complaint, that I'm aware of.

If I'm on my own recovering the store, (I get about six hours) that shaves anywhere from a half hour to an hour off the time I get to do it, aside from us both needing a half hour lunch and him possibly needing an extra ten minute bathroom break, on top of his lunch break. 

So it gives me a little under four hours to get the store in order on my own, and that's worse when it's the weekend (not today, thankfully, and there's a crowd to recover behind.)

Ultimately, he doesn't seem to like being stuck as cashier all day, and his only reasonable way out of it is many bathroom trips to go on the phone. 

Which puts me on cashier duty and off my own duties, which aren't getting done because of his self interest to be on the phone in the bathroom. He doesn't want to cashier. 

Oh, AND he'll leave the bathroom without saying so and go recover a 'specific' spot, again leaving me up at the register longer instead of being able to do the whole store.

He doesn't like his duties, so he wants to wiggle me off of mine. And if I'm doing his, then my other duties are being postponed.

Every. single. time. When I have to work with him by myself. 

I'm just tired of it.

I don't want to be tired of it, but I am. 

It's a sin to be tired of it, but it is an elephant in the room.

I've complained multiple times to the manager (about him not wanting to cashier) but I'm not allowed to complain about him going to the bathroom. Obviously. 

I just know once he made sure he didn't forget to take his phone with him to the bathroom and other obvious sign listed above (It only happens when he's cashier all day. He only feels 'sick' when he has to be a cashier. When it's a team, he's not going to the bathroom nearly as much. He's off cashier and doing the part of the job he actually really likes to do.)

I'm probably complain about it a lot less if I just had more than one person to make up for his lack.

If I had an extra person, I could care less hardly if he's in the bathroom for almost the entire shift...just don't keep pulling me off my duties to play on your phone, while the store has to go undone.

It's so inconsiderate. But he's really young, so you can't really expect the spiritual or emotional maturity to be there.

At least it's just a Tuesday. Tuesdays are usually slower and I could find myself more tolerable of this today.

I suppose if I could just accept it, and say 'c'est la vie,' over the matter it'd go a lot more pleasant for me. 

If I could just accept this thorn in my side and live with it, I'll have a better attitude. 

Kinda like if you had an extra talking head (this situation) on your shoulder and resigned yourself to just live with it. Cause it's not leaving. Shut your eyes and endure.

I wish I didn't let it affect me.

I forgive. I want him to be forgiven. Sincere heart. But I need to deal with the part where this pattern actually annoys me. If I shake the annoyance off, I'm good.

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