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joey's dad gave us a really bad scare this week. see, he's got very bad health - melanoma, heart disease, renal disease, and that's just a few. his defibrillator goes off pretty much monthly, and every time it does we get a call from joey's stepmom, dad's in the hospital for a day or so, rinse, repeat. well wednesday joey's phone started ringing while we were asleep. first his stepmom, then his sister. dad was rushed in for emergency exploratory surgery because his defibrillator went off 4 times in an hour. dad was terrified, and he and joey cried on the phone because dad was sure this was it. we talked to him yesterday and he's doing better, but christ that was a horrible scare.
my work week became extended thanks to the stupid manager that pisses me off all the time by punking out on covering shifts so she can go drink and work her other job at a bar. she called another manager to ask for her hours because she really needed money, so the other manager gave her a saturday night shift. this was on wednesday. well, saturday morning princess calls the manager she took the shift from (who is also going in for rotator cuff surgery tuesday and shouldn't be working in the first place) saying she can't work now because she picked up a shift at the bar she works in. pat, the manager with the surgery coming up, called me in a panic because she knew she couldn't make it through a whole shift. so i got to work it. i made sure i laid into the lush manager so she realized precisely how angry i was. i've decided i'm going to make her life a living hell until she leaves, i will not deal with this juvenile bullshit. i've spent the entire work week cleaning up the mess they made of the store since i've been gone, so obviously the responsibilities of being a manager are just too much for her.
tonight is our truck night. pat told me that they've been doing pretty much nothing but fucking off since i've been gone on truck night. i am laying down the law and putting my foot down. i've decided to take away all cell phones and that they must be kept in the office at all times unless they are on break. i've decided that two people may not take a break at the same time, and that breaks need to be predetermined at the beginning of the shift. i've also decided that everyone will rotate on register so no one gets stuck on it all night. i've also decided that no one will be leaving early anymore, and that if they have nothing to do i will assign them something to do. i really don't care if this makes me a bitch anymore, because the amount of work i had to do this past week is unacceptable. i will not bear the weight of everyone else's responsibilities while they fuck off with their thumbs up their asses. it's bullshit.
and i can't sleep.
my work week became extended thanks to the stupid manager that pisses me off all the time by punking out on covering shifts so she can go drink and work her other job at a bar. she called another manager to ask for her hours because she really needed money, so the other manager gave her a saturday night shift. this was on wednesday. well, saturday morning princess calls the manager she took the shift from (who is also going in for rotator cuff surgery tuesday and shouldn't be working in the first place) saying she can't work now because she picked up a shift at the bar she works in. pat, the manager with the surgery coming up, called me in a panic because she knew she couldn't make it through a whole shift. so i got to work it. i made sure i laid into the lush manager so she realized precisely how angry i was. i've decided i'm going to make her life a living hell until she leaves, i will not deal with this juvenile bullshit. i've spent the entire work week cleaning up the mess they made of the store since i've been gone, so obviously the responsibilities of being a manager are just too much for her.
tonight is our truck night. pat told me that they've been doing pretty much nothing but fucking off since i've been gone on truck night. i am laying down the law and putting my foot down. i've decided to take away all cell phones and that they must be kept in the office at all times unless they are on break. i've decided that two people may not take a break at the same time, and that breaks need to be predetermined at the beginning of the shift. i've also decided that everyone will rotate on register so no one gets stuck on it all night. i've also decided that no one will be leaving early anymore, and that if they have nothing to do i will assign them something to do. i really don't care if this makes me a bitch anymore, because the amount of work i had to do this past week is unacceptable. i will not bear the weight of everyone else's responsibilities while they fuck off with their thumbs up their asses. it's bullshit.
and i can't sleep.
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