It bugs me a lot how little it takes to bring me to tears. Today, I realized that the trip to Luray Caverns that I planned to go on with one of my Meetup groups is happening this Saturday morning, when I'm scheduled to work (as I always am; that seems to be my designated role to my boss). I called earlier, and spoke to the manager on duty (the manager who schedules everyone has been on vacation the last week and a half; must be nice), asking her if there was anyone who I could get to work in my place. The only two people who aren't working this Saturday can't work Saturdays, and this is on top of the fact that every day that my boss has been on vacation (as well as most of the time she's not), our store is ALWAYS understaffed. Yet, somehow, she was able to fit everyone she could in for this Saturday. That, on top of the fact that, as I've said, she ALWAYS, WITHOUT FAIL, expects me to get up at 5:30 AM every Saturday morning to open the store, made me fall to pieces today.

The worst thing about it is that this is a job, where on Friday night, I didn't get to bed until 1am, because I was up bawling because I hated, more than anything, that I needed to get up the next morning and go to work. A person's life shouldn't be like that....

I know I have depression, and that makes everything worse, but I don't know...