Learning to say no

I am learning to say no, in order to keep myself sane.
More particularly, saying no to work.
Them trying to get me to bake, on my day off, because the baker called in.
My sanity really was on the line.
They asked, so I said no.
I need the 3 days off.
I need to decompress.
I'm sick and tired of getting screwed over by them because they ultimately don't care about their team.
They think that we will just always say yes.
I hope that they end up having to pay OT to our other baker in order to get the point across to them.
They need to train more people.
They can't depend on the same two people, because when we crumble, they will go down with us.
Having two decorators cry within a week isn't a good thing.
Do they care?
Of course not.
They could care less.
I feel horrible, but I just can't do it anymore.
I'm not paid enough to always jump when they say jump.
Frankly, they should be happy that I haven't walked out yet.
No, I'm not being overly dramatic.
Things are that bad horrible at work.
It's just wrong on so many levels.
I'm learning to say no.
I'm learning to put myself first.
I'm learning to do what I have to in order to be not so stressed out.
You don't want to deal with stressed out Bamf, trust me.
So I will have my 3 day weekend, and I will enjoy it.
I will do what makes me happy, and realize that it's just work.
The world will not end by me not being there.
If N. Korea nukes us we will have a problem, but let's hope that doesn't happen.

k, time to decompress.
Stay classy,
Bamf