PETCO Is Testing Me

So, as most of you already know; I'm working at PETCO (not Petsmart, Kara).
I like working there. I've been over that already, though. That's not what I'm blogging about.

What I'm gonna write about, this time, is my hours. My hours change around all the time. But normally in a way that makes it so I have very little sleep in between shifts. I'll be scheduled from about 4/5 PM to close (closing is 10/11 PM depending on the day), then they schedule me to work the next morning at 8 or 9 and I get off at 4/5. So I usually end up having little sleep, or, I get home right after work that night, go to sleep instantly, which is impossible for me without the help of some amazing over-the-counter drugs, such as advil pm, nyquil, and stuff like that. But, even those take at least an hour at least to start working, so I still can't fall asleep right when I get home.

There are only two reasons that I can come up with to explain why they give me these awkward, tiring hours, and they are:

1. They're trying to see how reliable I am, and how committed I am to my job.
2. They just have random open spots everyday and need someone to take them, and since I'm the newest employee there, I'm the one who gets these hours.

But you know what? Every single hour counts. I know that I'm lucky to have even been hired there in the first place. I'm just hoping that after I've been working there for a little bit longer, maybe they'll start giving me normal shifts, like most the other employees there already have. Until then though, I will do my best to get enough sleep at night so I can be all energized while I'm there. Boy oh boy, if only a battery could charge me.

....and by the way.
ha, I can't believe I'm writing this. I really can't.
It's stupid posting this on the internet, I know.
There's this silly boy who works at the store. and I think he's adorable.
I'm sure he's at least 24.
Of course, I can never like anyone who's near my age. But I'm fine with that.