Almost the final straw!

So I get into work yesterday, where the temperature behind the bar must be about 100 degrees only to find that once again I am working on my own (with the doubtful help of Iain). At least this week he didn't open the kitchen, and because he's run the pub into the ground it wasn't anywhere near as busy as it should have been. I am already NOT in a good mood because of being so hot in there, plus it's a full moon AND that time of the month. Having completely failed to help me for an hour or so because he was too busy chatting to Paul, he proceeded to annoy me more by asking if I was leaving straight after work or could I help him out and do an extra couple of hours. Tbh was still knackered from working the England game and 4 hours of working on my own in sweltering temperatures is more than sufficient for 1 day. So he was less than happy when at 4pm I went and sat in the garden with my friends and had a drink, but I really don't care any more. If he hasn't got more staff working with me next Sunday I will be handing in my notice, as I don't see why I should be expected to cope with working alone all the time.