Anger

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As I look down,

My hands are greeted by a piece of paper.

"Oh, sweet!"

I say to myself.

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I have the day off,

Tomorrow morning though...

Will be quite rough to awaken.

That's when I glance at my phone...

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"Hey, can you come in 1-9 today?" Sent at 12:30 pm.

Excuse you? Why me of all people?

I could feel myself radiating with an angry, red aura.

In anger, I reply, "no."

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Should be quite a simple scenario,

But no, it can't be that simple.

I've insisted, I'm not coming in,

Boss can't make me do this.

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One reason, I hate cashiering because of all the bullshit we get.

Two, the boss requested I work tonight... meaning I guess she doesn't care about employees getting sleep for the morning shift.

Three, my mom is still recovering from her surgery. She still cannot bend.

Four, I've got dog duties.

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Can't someone else do it?

Unfortunately, not.

My dad and brother are out of the house,

And who knows how long it'll be before they're home?

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This isn't a 'me' issue,

This is a poor choice by management.

Not to mention,

They treat people with autism differently here.

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I'm fed up and angry at management,

Usually, I would cover as a replacement.

But, that has changed,

I'm not that naive anymore.

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I don't care if I'm "unreliable" because of this decision,

I don't care if I'm "selfish."

I don't care if I'm "petty,"

I simply just don't care anymore.

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I want to achieve my 'dream,' and I'm trying extremely hard to do so,

I've gone out of my way to apply for stocking jobs.

And even just drawing, writing, dancing the days away.

Why haven't I found happiness yet?

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I just want to be happy,

I just want to enjoy my life.

I just want...

Success.

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