So, I seem to have gone from thinking my job is awesome, to developing a vast distaste for it. I don't do well in high pressure situations, if the pressure is coming from a source I can do nothing about, such as, delivering to a house in a new subdivision, that we don't have on a map, where there's 3 streets all with the same names, and they're "cross street" doesn't really cross them. These types of problems seem to pop up on a daily basis.
Throw in a 9 1/2 hour shift with no break, happening more than once, and a split shift (without asking me ahead of time), and I'd call that grounds for quitting. I don't even need the money right now. Grrr. But I'm not the type of person to quit without giving notice, and without finding a job first. I think Monday is officially KiKi Finds A New Job Day. The bullshit isn't worth my time and effort, and the wear and tear on my car (AKA "pot holes" "dips" and scratch marks in my paint from the Pizza Hut sign, too much road work going on, in some of the main neighborhoods, and the fuckwads who order pizza don't tell me ahead of time that I need to take a fifteen minute detour just to get to their houses).