Four of Eight
Upon returning to work on Thursday, I discovered that I was scheduled to work eight days straight. No worries. I can handle it. One of the days, of course, was Sunday. 2 - Close. Might be an issue, I thought, so I call Chris to see if I would be able to be there on time. Probably, he says.
Probably not.
Saturday night, I closed with New Guy. I like working with New Guy. Good strong work ethic, friendly, seems to desire to serve customers. Course, he's not speedy. It's hard to do things fast AND good when one is brand new. Saturday turned out to be highly busy. We didn't leave until 90 minutes after closing time - a rather ridiculous amount of time. But we finished everything.
I called Chris again that night to verify that I'd be able to get to work by 1:45 on Sunday afternoon. Nope, he said.
Awesome.
New Guy agreed to cover for me. Excellent. I attempted to call K, the person who was leaving at 2 on Sunday. No answer. No worries, I thought. I'll just call tomorrow morning before church and let them know that New Guy is covering for me.
Course, as I lay in bed on my way to slumber last night, I realized that New Guy is not a barista, and this presented a significant problem in the covering department.
Sunday morning, this morning, I called the shop. K informed me that due to circumstances outside her control, she had to leave at exactly 2, or earlier, and could not stay for as long as it would take for me to get there riding with Chris. During the break at church, I asked half a dozen friends if they were busy, and so on. Only one person said that they would be able to help. Javier, Lili's father.
With their help, I arrived at work on time at 1:59. Fifty minutes later, New Guy showed up, ready to cover for me. What he didn't know was that he had forgotten to set his clock along with the rest of the nation last night. Brilliant.
Four days down, four to go. My right hand is doing that thing again. Swelling, pain, difficulty of movement in certain fingers. Not as bad as the worst it's been in the past, so far. I'm minimizing heavy usage, but maintaining light usage.
For the record, my schedule manager is generally very good at meeting the needs of the shop and simultaneously giving people shifts that they can handle, and not forcing anyone to work when they would rather not. She does know that I have a strong preference against working Sunday, and scheduling me before 3 on Sundays is very risky. That she neglected this and scheduled me for 2 is not my fault. What is my fault is not calling on Saturday night and explaining the situation. There's a strong chance that it would have made no difference to the situation, though.
Williamsburg only caused me to miss a grand total of two days of work. Unfortunately, it gave me the eight days in a row dealio, which will undoubtedly aggravate my hand.
Worth it?
Hell yes.
Probably not.
Saturday night, I closed with New Guy. I like working with New Guy. Good strong work ethic, friendly, seems to desire to serve customers. Course, he's not speedy. It's hard to do things fast AND good when one is brand new. Saturday turned out to be highly busy. We didn't leave until 90 minutes after closing time - a rather ridiculous amount of time. But we finished everything.
I called Chris again that night to verify that I'd be able to get to work by 1:45 on Sunday afternoon. Nope, he said.
Awesome.
New Guy agreed to cover for me. Excellent. I attempted to call K, the person who was leaving at 2 on Sunday. No answer. No worries, I thought. I'll just call tomorrow morning before church and let them know that New Guy is covering for me.
Course, as I lay in bed on my way to slumber last night, I realized that New Guy is not a barista, and this presented a significant problem in the covering department.
Sunday morning, this morning, I called the shop. K informed me that due to circumstances outside her control, she had to leave at exactly 2, or earlier, and could not stay for as long as it would take for me to get there riding with Chris. During the break at church, I asked half a dozen friends if they were busy, and so on. Only one person said that they would be able to help. Javier, Lili's father.
With their help, I arrived at work on time at 1:59. Fifty minutes later, New Guy showed up, ready to cover for me. What he didn't know was that he had forgotten to set his clock along with the rest of the nation last night. Brilliant.
Four days down, four to go. My right hand is doing that thing again. Swelling, pain, difficulty of movement in certain fingers. Not as bad as the worst it's been in the past, so far. I'm minimizing heavy usage, but maintaining light usage.
For the record, my schedule manager is generally very good at meeting the needs of the shop and simultaneously giving people shifts that they can handle, and not forcing anyone to work when they would rather not. She does know that I have a strong preference against working Sunday, and scheduling me before 3 on Sundays is very risky. That she neglected this and scheduled me for 2 is not my fault. What is my fault is not calling on Saturday night and explaining the situation. There's a strong chance that it would have made no difference to the situation, though.
Williamsburg only caused me to miss a grand total of two days of work. Unfortunately, it gave me the eight days in a row dealio, which will undoubtedly aggravate my hand.
Worth it?
Hell yes.