I love my job I love my job I love my job.
Livejournal, quit selling out to the man.
So, I went to work at 11:30 this morning (which means I left at 10:30). I got there and realized Weston was closing alone, so I volunteered to clock out and come home and come back in at 3:00. So I left work at 12:15 and got home at 1:00, then I talked to mom about going to Eureka Springs. Now I'm about to go back to work (leaving at 2:15) to clock in at three, and working until 11.
Hot damn. That's a...11.5 hour day. Aweeeesome.
I left work last night at 12:55am, and I got there at 7:00pm. I wish somebody would pull their head out of their ass and figure out that, no, this scheduling is not working out. The communication system has failed, and they do not pay me enough to keep everyone in line. Most of these people are at least twenty years older than I am and make 5-9 dollars more per hour than I do. It's getting to the point now where I'm seriously considering calling Adam for a favor. I don't want to work at McDonalds, and I'm not sure it would be better, but, goddamn. I know how to do my job, I don't need your opinion, and I don't need to do yours on top of it.
So, I went to work at 11:30 this morning (which means I left at 10:30). I got there and realized Weston was closing alone, so I volunteered to clock out and come home and come back in at 3:00. So I left work at 12:15 and got home at 1:00, then I talked to mom about going to Eureka Springs. Now I'm about to go back to work (leaving at 2:15) to clock in at three, and working until 11.
Hot damn. That's a...11.5 hour day. Aweeeesome.
I left work last night at 12:55am, and I got there at 7:00pm. I wish somebody would pull their head out of their ass and figure out that, no, this scheduling is not working out. The communication system has failed, and they do not pay me enough to keep everyone in line. Most of these people are at least twenty years older than I am and make 5-9 dollars more per hour than I do. It's getting to the point now where I'm seriously considering calling Adam for a favor. I don't want to work at McDonalds, and I'm not sure it would be better, but, goddamn. I know how to do my job, I don't need your opinion, and I don't need to do yours on top of it.