Venting
Gr! So, first off, let me say that I'm getting 48.5 hrs for this past week! Not bad at all...
Now let me say that Saturday I worked 18 hrs (6am-midnight), today 14 hrs (9am-11am, 3pm-3am), and tomorrow 12 hrs (10am-3pm, 11pm-6am). If you look at the times and know my sleeping habits, you'll realize that this gives me about 4 hrs rest between the Sat-Sun shift and the Sun-Mon shift. Crap-tastic. Oh well, time and a half tomorrow should make it all worth it! (I hope).
Now the main rant. I HATE working the Mill. The site itself is a cakewalk. In fact, it's probably easier than the Chittenden bank. The problem is we're actually FORBIDDEN to lock one of the building doors. And all the crappy neighborhood kids know this. And they've known it for a long time. So they make it a point to come in and hassle the guard on duty. Now, we're actually (again) FORBIDDEN to do anything but the following.
1) ask them to leave
2) tell them to leave
3) call the cops
So what? You might ask. Well, words are all we have. When I say "tell them to leave" I literally mean I SAY it, and thats it. It's up to the kids if they want to listen. I'm FORBIDDEN (good word) to do anything physical, which sucks because I could so beat these kids up or at least man-handle them through the door. So I'm either a pussy who only uses words and lets them do anything. OR I'm an asshole who calls the cops... Fun-fucking-tastic. Oh well. Rant's done. Just 5.5 more hours till I can go to sleep.
Now let me say that Saturday I worked 18 hrs (6am-midnight), today 14 hrs (9am-11am, 3pm-3am), and tomorrow 12 hrs (10am-3pm, 11pm-6am). If you look at the times and know my sleeping habits, you'll realize that this gives me about 4 hrs rest between the Sat-Sun shift and the Sun-Mon shift. Crap-tastic. Oh well, time and a half tomorrow should make it all worth it! (I hope).
Now the main rant. I HATE working the Mill. The site itself is a cakewalk. In fact, it's probably easier than the Chittenden bank. The problem is we're actually FORBIDDEN to lock one of the building doors. And all the crappy neighborhood kids know this. And they've known it for a long time. So they make it a point to come in and hassle the guard on duty. Now, we're actually (again) FORBIDDEN to do anything but the following.
1) ask them to leave
2) tell them to leave
3) call the cops
So what? You might ask. Well, words are all we have. When I say "tell them to leave" I literally mean I SAY it, and thats it. It's up to the kids if they want to listen. I'm FORBIDDEN (good word) to do anything physical, which sucks because I could so beat these kids up or at least man-handle them through the door. So I'm either a pussy who only uses words and lets them do anything. OR I'm an asshole who calls the cops... Fun-fucking-tastic. Oh well. Rant's done. Just 5.5 more hours till I can go to sleep.