Not an update
Not really so much to say lately. I could go on about how great things are going with gwenidh, but y'all probably don't want to hear about that constantly. It's good stuff, though. Alternately, I could go off about how pretty much everything else sucks. Mostly, I need a new job.
Get this - I received a written warning yesterday at work. Had to sign the paper, the whole nine yards. What for, you ask? Well, we moved to a time clock, and we have to punch in and out every day (and for lunch). I've been getting to work early to make up for our lunches no longer being paid, and overcompensated by a couple hours over the course of the week. No sweat, they just told me when to clock out on Friday and I went home a couple hours early. Easy.
The same situation persists, of course, and this most recent Friday, my supervisor comes over to tell me what time to clock out. She also goes on to tell me how I had clocked out 5 minutes late the Friday before, and to be careful with that. I suppose I didn't take that warning to heart, and clocked out 2 minutes late this past Friday as well. Thus, the written warning.
Yes, that's right. I got a written warning for a total of 7 minutes of unauthorized overtime.
Seven.
Fucking.
Minutes.
I mentioned I need a new job, right?
Get this - I received a written warning yesterday at work. Had to sign the paper, the whole nine yards. What for, you ask? Well, we moved to a time clock, and we have to punch in and out every day (and for lunch). I've been getting to work early to make up for our lunches no longer being paid, and overcompensated by a couple hours over the course of the week. No sweat, they just told me when to clock out on Friday and I went home a couple hours early. Easy.
The same situation persists, of course, and this most recent Friday, my supervisor comes over to tell me what time to clock out. She also goes on to tell me how I had clocked out 5 minutes late the Friday before, and to be careful with that. I suppose I didn't take that warning to heart, and clocked out 2 minutes late this past Friday as well. Thus, the written warning.
Yes, that's right. I got a written warning for a total of 7 minutes of unauthorized overtime.
Seven.
Fucking.
Minutes.
I mentioned I need a new job, right?