People Who Aren't Sane

Yes, my children, it has been a long time. I've been spending this past week managing the store and dealing with the two people I now hate in the world. Let me first describe the store hierarchy to you.
You've got the Store Manager, who was on vacation this past week. You've got the First Assistant Manager - me. You've got the Second Assistant Manager, a woman in her 30's who has just recently had a baby. Then you've got Third Key, a complaining little shit who will do the opposite of what First Assistant says just to be a little shit.
This is my week. I get called in on my days off to fix things to planogram before a visit by our reigonal manager, and also to cover the ass of Third Key who can't possibly make the decision NOT to drink the night before she works so she won't have to call in. So basically...I had no day off last week. Oh yeah, and keep your hours under 40, or your kick ass Store Manager boss gets fired. Right.
Not only does Second Assistant patronize you by remembering things from the fucking 1970's and then gasping when you don't reminisce with her (because you don't fucking remember what you weren't alive for). Second Assistant also voluntarily says she isn't ashamed of anything she's done, and 'HEY, JUST BECAUSE I'M IN MY THIRTIES AND I'VE HAD A BABY BEFORE MARRIAGE DOES NOT MEAN I AM A RUINED WOMAN!" Ho-kay. Sure, you're totally not embarassed by ANYTHING you've done. Crazy bitch. I now name you seven kinds of special.
Oh, and Third Key? "Why can't I find anybody to love me, without me jumping into bed with them? I've met all these guys and all they want is sex!" Well, fuck, you little harlot, stop opening your legs! Perfect solution! Say NO. Stop DRINKING. Cock block the fuckers. "But I'll miss sex too much!" Then quitcher bitchin', hobag.
Dear sweet Jesus. And then my boss calls on Saturday night to find out where we finished the week in sales. I about cried, seriously. I was like, "I have a new respect for you now. Please come home!"
Yesterday was my day off. Today is my day off. Tomorrow is my day off. Thank you, Danielle. I love you. *sleep*