End of my leash, man.
As it stands, I have the following days free to myself:
7 August, 14 August, 26 August, 28 August, 31 August. The 26th, 28th and 31st will be devoted to moving and cleaning. Today I was hounded into taking a shift on the 30th, which I swore I wouldn't do, and I sounded totally pissed off on the phone to boot. It's for a manager at another Shoppers store, so whatever. She knew I was upset, but she was desperate. I caved. I didn't feel like I had a choice, new job and all that.
The next person who asks me to take a shift for them this month is getting a punch in the vagina. Every day I've had planned to move has since been filled with work. It's absolutely insane. Nobody seems to take me seriously when I tell them that I need that day to MOVE. Yes, I'm getting hysterical! No, it isn't funny! Asking me the next day if I'm 'settled in' is bloody insulting. God knows I'd love to be settled in, but it's a bit tricky when I haven't HAD ANY TIME TO DO IT.
I take shifts left, right and centre. I'm a great employee. You can always count on me to pick up the slack, but for once, pick up the slack for me, OK? Christ. I work so you can go to your party, I work so you can take your holiday, I work so you can go to your last-minute appointment. All I want is a few days off to move into a new place and get settled. Shit. Stop messing with my schedule. There's only so much I can do.