I decided I didn't want to work weekends this summer, cause I'd end up requesting most of them off to see people anyway, right? Besides, working Sat. mornings in June sucks; all I do is blow up balloons. I hate grad season. So on my availability sheet I said, NONE ON SATURDAY AND SUNDAY. Right? I get in on Monday to see my schedule for that week (gee, let's not post it until after I leave on Friday so that I can't do anything about it in time to actually change it). And I'm scheduled to work Saturday morning at SEVEN THIRTY! (Yeah, sometime between last summer and this summer the REALLY DUMB RM decided to, gee, make us open an hour earlier on Saturdays (POINTLESS, no one comes during that hour anyway except the three balloon orders). So it wouldn't be too big a deal, I know that a lot of the teens requested it off for grad parties, except this Saturday happens to be MY sister's grad party. So I have no idea how I'm getting home, but it sucks. So I tell Curtis, the store manager, that I wasn't supposed to be scheduled, and he says, "I didn't make the schedule, Doloros did." So I find Doloros, and I told her that I couldn't work on Saturday, I'm not supposed to be scheduled. She says, "No one told me that."
"Um, isn't that what an availability sheet is for?"
So I say that I can't, and she says something about all the fucking kids (this is the one who swears like a drunken sailor) taking it off, because of parties or whatever, and I said, well, yeah, and this weekend happens to be my sister's party. And then I start to walk away and I see Sandy, so I say something to her about an availability sheet meaning squat here and as I turn the corner I hear my MANANGER say, "EMEHHENEMEHNEMEHENMEMENNENMENHNME" That is roughly translated into "Childish mocking noises." It was incredibly unprofessional and really, really immature.
So, then after I figure that there's no way I'm going to get anyone to work for me and switch hours before today (my one day off), I make plans to go to the zoo today. Of course, this morning I receive a phone call from my other manager, Bill, "You wanna come and work today instead of Saturday?" Gee, you couldn't have offered that to me YESTERDAY?!?
So I'm working on Saturday. (Bonus points to whoever can tell me who that line is mimicking.)
