At work, our schedules come out on Thursday. I always look so that I can then plan out my game/site time for the next week. Yesterday, we were so busy that I didn't even have time to slip back and check a second time, since they were late posting it and didn't have it up when I checked the first time.
So today I checked it, thinking on the way back that "Boy, I hope they don't schedule me on Sunday or something stupid because that would mean 6 consecutive days of work for me!"
When I looked, I found that I'm scheduled this next week for Sunday through Thursday. That means I work 10 consecutive days. This week's 5 days amounted to 40 hours in peak rush, meaning just about every one of those days (I've worked 4 of the 5) has been hellish: grouchy customers angry that the whole store doesn't drop everything to address their specific needs, angry that the throngs of other disturbed people don't part for them like the Red Sea in front of Moses' staff.
Next week, at least I have only six-hour shifts instead of the eight-hour ones, but I'm still not looking forward to them. I have stuff to do at home that I'd been putting off until I got a day off--stuff that really shouldn't wait--so this 10-day crap is really irritating me. Especially since, you know, I said specifically when they hired me that I was looking for 20-hour work weeks or maybe 25. They said "You might get a little over 20 hours in the summer," by which it seems they meant "You'll get twice what you want so nyah!"
I need the money, of course, and I need the job... so there's nothing I can really do about it. I'm not going to bitch about it to the guy that does the scheduling, either. But I shall let my disgust fester inside. You can count on that!
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|Halon - July 05, 2008 (06:51 AM)
I was a cashier once for a few months. It's one of the worst jobs; you work the hardest, get the worst hours and get the most shit from customers.
All I can say is good luck with it all.
|True - July 05, 2008 (10:00 AM)
But I shall let my disgust fester inside. You can count on that!
You're well on your way to a brain tumor. Congratulations!
|goldenvortex - July 06, 2008 (03:25 AM)
I have a similar job and know your pain all too well.