"Don't talk to me about work, please don't talk to me about work"

I've been working at an athletic gym for the past 3 1/2 years. I work in 3 different departments and I love it. This semester I am not working very much at the gym because I need to focus on school and I don't have enough time to work 7-8 hour shifts. I started to regret not working so much when I picked up my paycheck and saw the minuscule amount written boldly on the front. That night I went to the gym with my roommates so we could relax in the hot tub for a bit and an interesting opportunity presented itself.

A lady that worked in the Kids' Club with me is now the manager of the custodial department and she was telling me that she needed more people to work for her. My roommate, Amy, and I were talking and we decided that we both needed the extra money and the hours would be perfect for us because they were at night. So we went and talked to the manager and told her that we were interested in the job. We were hired on the spot and scheduled to start our training at the end of the week. Everything went very well.....for a while.

I couldn't remember exactly how long we had been working there so I just asked Amy. To quote her exactly, "We have been working for a month.....the month from hell." It was really fun at first, we liked the people, the work was easy and the hours were great. About a week ago things started going down hill and last night, Amy and I came home and decided that we were going to quit.

Last night we were supposed to be off work by 9pm. To make things go quicker, Amy and I sign up to clean everything together. After we get all of our work done we are supposed to go see if anyone needs help finishing their work because we all leave at the same time. Everyone is finished with their work at about 9:15pm except our manager. Her job was to clean the entire women's locker room, which takes about an hour to do. We all go to see what she needs help with, only to find that she hasn't even started cleaning the locker room because she had the urge to get on her hands and knees and scrub the entire shower area. We start cleaning the rest of the locker room together, while our manager comes in and tries to explain to us how to do things that any person that has common sense can do, such as refilling the lotion and soap bottles. It took her 10 min to try and explain how to screw the lid onto the bottles. The whole time she was talking I was staring at the minuet hand on the clock move further and further around and all I can think about is the amount of time I am wasting listening to this.

Finally, we got out of there a little after 10pm and Amy looked at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking and said "I've got to use up the rest of my tanning package before I quit"