This is pretty long, sorry
I really think my manager is starting to hate me. I mean I called out that one day because I was sick. And then I had to call out twice last week because of the strep (even though I had a doctors note) and now I have put up 6 sub cards to cover my two weeks that I'm at rehearsal. I really hate it. I can't stand to think that he doesn't like me. But what am I to do? He knew when he hired me that I'm in high school and drama. And the plays are really important to me. He just gives me that look like "oh it's nicole"
douche bag
But so a girl I work with Shaunte said she could cover 4 of the 6 shifts I needed. When I asked her I only was hoping for 1. So this made me feel a little bit better. Until George (manager) comes up to me and says there may be a problem because she's only 15 and can't work past 8. I had no idea she was only 15. But if her mom says it's ok then she can. So here's hoping. And that means I only need to get 2 more shifts covered.
But I did pick up a shift this friday for dinner. I figured 1) I'm asking for 6 shifts to be covered. the least I could do is offer to cover other people's if I have time. and 2) I'm asking for 6 shifts to be covered and could really use any money I can get. losing 6 shifts is a lot of money. and I have a car payment.
which reminds me. When this whole car thing started, my dad had told me that I didn't have to pay for it until I actually got my license. I haven't gotten my license yet but I still pay the $200 every month. Now I know my parents don't really have the money, but still, he shouldn't have told me they would cover it until I got my license if they weren't going to follow through.
Let's just hope with all the time I'll have off for Hell Week that I can still pay for my car. And food for Hell Week. Because we all know that hell week is expensive. Tasty. But expensive.
I'm just so stressed over all. I mean I have a project for VPA due every Thursday almost, plus the regular projects, which I'm behind, and so on. Plus we have a new english paper due like every week (this week being finishing up our 10 page journal about our thoughts on our outside reading). Plus work on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. And staying up until atleast 12 every night to finish my homework. Plus play rehearsals and drama meetings. And newspaper meetings. All while trying to fit in time for myself, my friends and Nick.
How can it be that I have the least amount of classes that I have ever had and have more work and less free time than I could have ever imagined. Senior isn't seeming to be like what I was hoping.
I think I might explode.
douche bag
But so a girl I work with Shaunte said she could cover 4 of the 6 shifts I needed. When I asked her I only was hoping for 1. So this made me feel a little bit better. Until George (manager) comes up to me and says there may be a problem because she's only 15 and can't work past 8. I had no idea she was only 15. But if her mom says it's ok then she can. So here's hoping. And that means I only need to get 2 more shifts covered.
But I did pick up a shift this friday for dinner. I figured 1) I'm asking for 6 shifts to be covered. the least I could do is offer to cover other people's if I have time. and 2) I'm asking for 6 shifts to be covered and could really use any money I can get. losing 6 shifts is a lot of money. and I have a car payment.
which reminds me. When this whole car thing started, my dad had told me that I didn't have to pay for it until I actually got my license. I haven't gotten my license yet but I still pay the $200 every month. Now I know my parents don't really have the money, but still, he shouldn't have told me they would cover it until I got my license if they weren't going to follow through.
Let's just hope with all the time I'll have off for Hell Week that I can still pay for my car. And food for Hell Week. Because we all know that hell week is expensive. Tasty. But expensive.
I'm just so stressed over all. I mean I have a project for VPA due every Thursday almost, plus the regular projects, which I'm behind, and so on. Plus we have a new english paper due like every week (this week being finishing up our 10 page journal about our thoughts on our outside reading). Plus work on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. And staying up until atleast 12 every night to finish my homework. Plus play rehearsals and drama meetings. And newspaper meetings. All while trying to fit in time for myself, my friends and Nick.
How can it be that I have the least amount of classes that I have ever had and have more work and less free time than I could have ever imagined. Senior isn't seeming to be like what I was hoping.
I think I might explode.