Birthday Bombardment
Last week on Tuesday I tried to drop my Friday shift because working friday nights screws me horribly. I went into work checked mine and everyone else's schedules to see who it would be possible for me to drop a shift to without it conflicted or resulting in overtime for the hotel and everything like that and there were only two people available. I called Leo and he didn't want it but then I called Tawnee and she very much did want it.
So I filled out a form and told Tawnee to come down whenever she could before Friday to sign it then I left and came home. Apparently like an hour after I was there my boss called Tawnee and gave her a shift saturday morning meaning that she couldn't work my Friday shift because she'd be working 16 hours in a row and would have to be paid overtime. It sucked big rubbery dong.
So on Friday I worked at midnight and got off at 8:00am I went home and showered and ate and then headed out for 8 hour play rehearsal, after which I wanted to go to my staff party with Laura, and then immediately after the staff party go to work to work another graveyard shift... effectively keeping me awake for about 44 hours straight. I ended up skipping the staff party and sleeping for two hours... but still
This Monday I went in and I discovered I was working Friday again. I asked to look at the schedule and saw that I could drop to Tony. I asked if that would be okay and my manager Wendy looked at the schedule and said it would be fine. After I left they changed the schedule and gave Tony a saturday morning shift so that he couldn't work my graveyard. It was last week all over again excpet worse. They didn't tell me they changed it this time. So I went in last night, Thursday, my birthday, at 11:00pm and saw that all my plans had turned to shit and that I would have to work Friday graveyard... meaning that not only would I be screwed by staying awake for another 44 hours... but that I would have to miss my own goddamn birthday party.
So I went home and slept and just now I called my work and told them I'm not coming in because it seems like they're actively trying to fuck up my life, although in more tactful words. I said that I came in on my day off to speak with the manager, reached an agreement that satisfied both sides, I get my day off and they have someone work, I took responsibility and rearranged things to work out. Without my knowledge they changed all those plans and promised me a satisfying fruit salad then gave me pineapple enema and tried to tell me it was my fault.
My boss was pretty upset and told me so. I'll probably get talked next time I go in but I don't care because it's my birthday, and I took responsibility for myself, and it was 100% entirely their fault, and I will explain this to them and hopefully make them realize they are fascist rectums.
I like those blow-up beds they brag about, "This bed blows-up in three minutes!" A fucking mattress is already ready. "But you can store it in your closet." You store your mattress too. In the fucking bedroom.
- Andrew
So I filled out a form and told Tawnee to come down whenever she could before Friday to sign it then I left and came home. Apparently like an hour after I was there my boss called Tawnee and gave her a shift saturday morning meaning that she couldn't work my Friday shift because she'd be working 16 hours in a row and would have to be paid overtime. It sucked big rubbery dong.
So on Friday I worked at midnight and got off at 8:00am I went home and showered and ate and then headed out for 8 hour play rehearsal, after which I wanted to go to my staff party with Laura, and then immediately after the staff party go to work to work another graveyard shift... effectively keeping me awake for about 44 hours straight. I ended up skipping the staff party and sleeping for two hours... but still
This Monday I went in and I discovered I was working Friday again. I asked to look at the schedule and saw that I could drop to Tony. I asked if that would be okay and my manager Wendy looked at the schedule and said it would be fine. After I left they changed the schedule and gave Tony a saturday morning shift so that he couldn't work my graveyard. It was last week all over again excpet worse. They didn't tell me they changed it this time. So I went in last night, Thursday, my birthday, at 11:00pm and saw that all my plans had turned to shit and that I would have to work Friday graveyard... meaning that not only would I be screwed by staying awake for another 44 hours... but that I would have to miss my own goddamn birthday party.
So I went home and slept and just now I called my work and told them I'm not coming in because it seems like they're actively trying to fuck up my life, although in more tactful words. I said that I came in on my day off to speak with the manager, reached an agreement that satisfied both sides, I get my day off and they have someone work, I took responsibility and rearranged things to work out. Without my knowledge they changed all those plans and promised me a satisfying fruit salad then gave me pineapple enema and tried to tell me it was my fault.
My boss was pretty upset and told me so. I'll probably get talked next time I go in but I don't care because it's my birthday, and I took responsibility for myself, and it was 100% entirely their fault, and I will explain this to them and hopefully make them realize they are fascist rectums.
I like those blow-up beds they brag about, "This bed blows-up in three minutes!" A fucking mattress is already ready. "But you can store it in your closet." You store your mattress too. In the fucking bedroom.
- Andrew