Venting Again
Ever have moments where you actually need to brainwash yourself into thinking that you love your job? Yes, well, those days come all too frequently when employed by the ARC. Seriously. I'd gotten use to only having one day off a week. I'd even gotten use to working twelve hours on Saturday. Because I always had Friday off. It was actually really great, because I always had a day off with Ed because HIS work graciously gave him HIS day off to correlate with mine.
But when I went into work yesterday I get a "Oh, and we had to re-work the schedule again." Oh son of a bitch. When I checked it, I now get every OTHER fucking Friday off. Every other week I get Thursday instead. That just pisses me off, because now I have to put extra thought into it when I'm scheduling a prenatal, and I only get a full day off with the father of my unborn tiny babies every OTHER fucking week. Lovely.
Its like....they actually want me to quit. And I honestly wouldn't put it past them, because they're cheap, thoughtless ass hats who have no consideration for the quality of living they offer their overworked, underpaid staff, and probably don't want to have to pay for my maternity leave.
Which just pisses me off.
Oh god does that ever piss me off. And I know that as soon as I get use to THIS schedule, and it all of a sudden doesn't feel so bad, they'll schedule me for another weekly change, or tell me that we're suddenly, magically even MORE strapped for resources and I need to work another twelve hour day somewhere in there. Something will happen, I know it.
Not to mention that, for a sordid string of reasons, my twelve hour Saturday was imposed BECAUSE my house manager isn't actually allowed to work the floor. So we all had to pick up the twelve hours to pick up THAT slack. But NOW, I have to work Thursdays with her, even though she's not actually suppose to work the floor, and it's the reason I have an excruciating Saturday every friggin week. Almost everything about the ARC makes no sense. And I really do believe I will be flying the coop after my maternity leave.
But when I went into work yesterday I get a "Oh, and we had to re-work the schedule again." Oh son of a bitch. When I checked it, I now get every OTHER fucking Friday off. Every other week I get Thursday instead. That just pisses me off, because now I have to put extra thought into it when I'm scheduling a prenatal, and I only get a full day off with the father of my unborn tiny babies every OTHER fucking week. Lovely.
Its like....they actually want me to quit. And I honestly wouldn't put it past them, because they're cheap, thoughtless ass hats who have no consideration for the quality of living they offer their overworked, underpaid staff, and probably don't want to have to pay for my maternity leave.
Which just pisses me off.
Oh god does that ever piss me off. And I know that as soon as I get use to THIS schedule, and it all of a sudden doesn't feel so bad, they'll schedule me for another weekly change, or tell me that we're suddenly, magically even MORE strapped for resources and I need to work another twelve hour day somewhere in there. Something will happen, I know it.
Not to mention that, for a sordid string of reasons, my twelve hour Saturday was imposed BECAUSE my house manager isn't actually allowed to work the floor. So we all had to pick up the twelve hours to pick up THAT slack. But NOW, I have to work Thursdays with her, even though she's not actually suppose to work the floor, and it's the reason I have an excruciating Saturday every friggin week. Almost everything about the ARC makes no sense. And I really do believe I will be flying the coop after my maternity leave.