.278 x meh is life
When I finally checked my phone this morning around 11:30 I had two voicemails from Jordan asking where I was... which meant he'd changed the schedule since I last looked (on Saturday) because I wasn't supposed to work today. Especially since I haven't worked Thursdays all winter break; I've specifically said I couldn't. He said that since I'm known for showing up and being on time he'd let it slide. I think he's trying to build up points to guilt me with when he needs me to do something. He told me the other day when he put the schedule up before I had a chance to put in my schedule request that he likes to put it up two weeks early where possible, if not earlier. So I ask you: What's the point of putting up the schedule early if you're just going to change it the day before/after the week starts? Furthermore, when he does change the schedule, he obviously chooses to ignore the schedule requests (probably has thrown them away already), which results in girls being scheduled when they said they couldn't work.
Jordan just pisses me off in general, and it only seems to be getting worse. Monday and Wednesday when I worked with him he just cut girls on a whim without letting the others know until the last second or giving the girls a chance to decide among themselves or play games to cut. It's not fair to be one of the only two girls who was on time and not be given the option to go home early when cut time comes, but he doesn't give a shit.
I'm only going to be available to work three days a week this semester and if he schedules me outside them I'll have to raise hell. I'll "let it slide" if he schedules me a Thursday or Saturday night instead of day once in a while, but trying to schedule me on a day I said I couldn't work at all (or Tuesday morning) will seriously piss me off. I refuse to be held responsible for finding coverage for that.
Beyond that. Called Mom today because a refund showed up in my checking from school. I bought my books and asked her if she might leave some of that money in there to help cover them; they were about $420, or will be if there are no used copies. So she agreed to leave half that amount and then proceeded to lecture me about how my savings hasn't been building money and how apparently I'm still supposed to be putting half my pay in savings. Well, that's not doable currently, but then again the only bill she's aware of me having to pay is my cell and she doesn't even know how much that is so maybe that's why she expects that from me. Although I do still have to pay for my own food and any new clothing etc I need, which can be a considerable amount of money by itself. Maybe she just overestimates what I make.
Whatever. It's not too heartening. She still hasn't called me though she mentioned she "misses hearing from me" in her email about a scholarship I told her I need to apply to. And I know she cares about me and I know she's having serious money issues, but at the same time I don't need her telling me that I'm not saving enough money when at least I'm saving something and not in any more debt than my student loans (which I'm already working toward paying off, albeit with baby steps) and I really don't need her asking me what I'm going to do if Danny and I "get sick of being so close all the time" if we live together next year. It's been over two years and I know I've been complaining in my recent posts but I freaking love him to death.
Today was really nice for us, actually, despite a fire alarm being pulled in the middle of My Bloody Valentine (which I was really enjoying and wanted to know the end of) and a couple little instances when Danny seemed to snap at me for no reason (but I suppose that reason would be that he slept really poorly last night). He's doing an inventory right now and I can't wait for him to get home so I can be sexy for him (schoolgirl skirt being the key piece of the outfit) and we can watch Smallville together.
Jordan just pisses me off in general, and it only seems to be getting worse. Monday and Wednesday when I worked with him he just cut girls on a whim without letting the others know until the last second or giving the girls a chance to decide among themselves or play games to cut. It's not fair to be one of the only two girls who was on time and not be given the option to go home early when cut time comes, but he doesn't give a shit.
I'm only going to be available to work three days a week this semester and if he schedules me outside them I'll have to raise hell. I'll "let it slide" if he schedules me a Thursday or Saturday night instead of day once in a while, but trying to schedule me on a day I said I couldn't work at all (or Tuesday morning) will seriously piss me off. I refuse to be held responsible for finding coverage for that.
Beyond that. Called Mom today because a refund showed up in my checking from school. I bought my books and asked her if she might leave some of that money in there to help cover them; they were about $420, or will be if there are no used copies. So she agreed to leave half that amount and then proceeded to lecture me about how my savings hasn't been building money and how apparently I'm still supposed to be putting half my pay in savings. Well, that's not doable currently, but then again the only bill she's aware of me having to pay is my cell and she doesn't even know how much that is so maybe that's why she expects that from me. Although I do still have to pay for my own food and any new clothing etc I need, which can be a considerable amount of money by itself. Maybe she just overestimates what I make.
Whatever. It's not too heartening. She still hasn't called me though she mentioned she "misses hearing from me" in her email about a scholarship I told her I need to apply to. And I know she cares about me and I know she's having serious money issues, but at the same time I don't need her telling me that I'm not saving enough money when at least I'm saving something and not in any more debt than my student loans (which I'm already working toward paying off, albeit with baby steps) and I really don't need her asking me what I'm going to do if Danny and I "get sick of being so close all the time" if we live together next year. It's been over two years and I know I've been complaining in my recent posts but I freaking love him to death.
Today was really nice for us, actually, despite a fire alarm being pulled in the middle of My Bloody Valentine (which I was really enjoying and wanted to know the end of) and a couple little instances when Danny seemed to snap at me for no reason (but I suppose that reason would be that he slept really poorly last night). He's doing an inventory right now and I can't wait for him to get home so I can be sexy for him (schoolgirl skirt being the key piece of the outfit) and we can watch Smallville together.