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omfg. I fucking hate my workplace.
I work at McDonalds, right? Well, for weeks I have had these weird off days-I get weeks where I'm off two days, then work the next day, then I'm off again for two days.
This is one of those weeks. But today, they called in, and were like, "Yeah, you were supposed too come today at three." I was like, "Uh...no. I wasn't. Because I checked the schedule, and saw that I was of Monday and Tuesday, that I worked Wednesday, and that I was off again for Thursday and Friday."
And Amy, my manager, was like, "Okay, hun, its' your responsibility to know what time you work, blah blah blah." I was so pissed and upset, because I had had it up to about here with there shit. This has been happeneing for weeks now. It fucking made me so upset, because right before Amy got off the phone, she was like, "This may be a write up for you."
Its not my fault that the managers don't put up the correct times for me to work.
I don't care what the fuck my mother says.
I'm quitting.
I work at McDonalds, right? Well, for weeks I have had these weird off days-I get weeks where I'm off two days, then work the next day, then I'm off again for two days.
This is one of those weeks. But today, they called in, and were like, "Yeah, you were supposed too come today at three." I was like, "Uh...no. I wasn't. Because I checked the schedule, and saw that I was of Monday and Tuesday, that I worked Wednesday, and that I was off again for Thursday and Friday."
And Amy, my manager, was like, "Okay, hun, its' your responsibility to know what time you work, blah blah blah." I was so pissed and upset, because I had had it up to about here with there shit. This has been happeneing for weeks now. It fucking made me so upset, because right before Amy got off the phone, she was like, "This may be a write up for you."
Its not my fault that the managers don't put up the correct times for me to work.
I don't care what the fuck my mother says.
I'm quitting.