This requires the rantcon
So um... bad went to worse, really quickly. More scheduling drama. Ok, so, I was scheduled for sunday, but the deal is that idiot Vogler scheduling EVERYONE for 10:50. Sunday brunch starts at 11. Um...that's a problem. There's supposed to be at least two people that come in at 9. So...Danielle, who works on Sundays, but she's not really in charge per say, told me to just come in at 9 and not worry about it. This was last week.
So I'm looking at the schedule and my time is whited out, and there's nothing written there. Ok, um.. do I have it off or what? Foolish me, I asked.
Danielle: You have to come in at 7.
me: ....................#($&%^#($?????
Danielle: Ok, maybe 8.
me: ...................@#*%&$^($&@#$????
I told Lisa, and Suzie, who happened to be there and is someone else who absolutely works her ass off, like me, and gets no respect. Like me. Both of them told me to go tell Danielle that that's crap. So I did. I told her I'm NOT coming in at 7 tomorrow. I'm coming in at 9, that's when I was told earlier. Danielle told me I'm hostessing.
Ok, what the crap. That's NOT my job. I'm a server, not the hostess. I don't know how to make the freaking salads, I don't know anything that the hostess does, other than by watching random things...that they do. So nice of them to you know, TALK TO ME!! And freaking tell me about things like this. I totally shouldn't have asked. I should have just showed up and gone out into the dining room like always and let them deal with their freaking salads and hostessing.
HIRE A NEW HOSTESS. *headdesk* Actually, I should have cried in front of Danielle. I didn't go dancing tonight because I was so upset about it - and on top of it, the residents were awful. Except for maybe five people, who can't possibly be mean. It's my last week. I don't really care anymore!! I swear they're doing this to spite me because it is my last week, and they're too passive to do anything to my face!
Here's the thing. Everyone else was telling me to not even come in tomorrow because I've been protested for Sundays off for a LONG FREAKING TIME, then my last two weeks? I get Sundays again. It is the WORST shift possible. You have no idea how bad it is. So then all this crap happens? While Vogler is on VACATION?? WTF. Just wtf.
I am going in tomorrow...at 9...and whatever. I don't care. Apparently, so the "schedule" says, there are supposed to be two new people coming tomorrow but uh...they were supposed to be there tonight and never showed up. Ten bucks says that no one will ever say a thing to them about it. Because they won't. They're not like that. If you don't show up half the time, then they won't say anything to you, but if you're like me...and you don't come for a LEGITIMATE REASON, then you get Vogler calling you and asking if you've been to the doctor. (at the time, I had cramps, ok, it happens to women you know, it makes us sick sometimes. deal with it.)
Screw this job. I wish tonight was my last night.
So I'm looking at the schedule and my time is whited out, and there's nothing written there. Ok, um.. do I have it off or what? Foolish me, I asked.
Danielle: You have to come in at 7.
me: ....................#($&%^#($?????
Danielle: Ok, maybe 8.
me: ...................@#*%&$^($&@#$????
I told Lisa, and Suzie, who happened to be there and is someone else who absolutely works her ass off, like me, and gets no respect. Like me. Both of them told me to go tell Danielle that that's crap. So I did. I told her I'm NOT coming in at 7 tomorrow. I'm coming in at 9, that's when I was told earlier. Danielle told me I'm hostessing.
Ok, what the crap. That's NOT my job. I'm a server, not the hostess. I don't know how to make the freaking salads, I don't know anything that the hostess does, other than by watching random things...that they do. So nice of them to you know, TALK TO ME!! And freaking tell me about things like this. I totally shouldn't have asked. I should have just showed up and gone out into the dining room like always and let them deal with their freaking salads and hostessing.
HIRE A NEW HOSTESS. *headdesk* Actually, I should have cried in front of Danielle. I didn't go dancing tonight because I was so upset about it - and on top of it, the residents were awful. Except for maybe five people, who can't possibly be mean. It's my last week. I don't really care anymore!! I swear they're doing this to spite me because it is my last week, and they're too passive to do anything to my face!
Here's the thing. Everyone else was telling me to not even come in tomorrow because I've been protested for Sundays off for a LONG FREAKING TIME, then my last two weeks? I get Sundays again. It is the WORST shift possible. You have no idea how bad it is. So then all this crap happens? While Vogler is on VACATION?? WTF. Just wtf.
I am going in tomorrow...at 9...and whatever. I don't care. Apparently, so the "schedule" says, there are supposed to be two new people coming tomorrow but uh...they were supposed to be there tonight and never showed up. Ten bucks says that no one will ever say a thing to them about it. Because they won't. They're not like that. If you don't show up half the time, then they won't say anything to you, but if you're like me...and you don't come for a LEGITIMATE REASON, then you get Vogler calling you and asking if you've been to the doctor. (at the time, I had cramps, ok, it happens to women you know, it makes us sick sometimes. deal with it.)
Screw this job. I wish tonight was my last night.