3 things happend to me at work today.

#1: SUCK- So I go into work today and look at the schedule, it said I was working Sunday, and then I was off monday, tuesday, and Wenesday. This is something that I've confirmed all week long. So around 3 o'clock, me and my manager have to go to our wearhouse, to go get some stuff. So while I wait for her to be ready, I take a look at the schedule again. As it was now, it said I was working Monday, Tuesday, and I was on call for Wenesday, as well as the original thurs, fri, sat, that I was originall supposed to be working. I looked up in the corner and it said: "Printed as of 8/8/09." She didn't mention anything, she just changed it rapidly, so I would now have to work both those days, without her asking: "Hey, can you work these days?" I just have to show up.

#2: EPIC SUCKAGE- Later on in the day, around 3:45, after our general manager left, (The bitch who changed the schedule and still hasn't given me the discount card for employees, of which I have been one since December) my other manager, (One of the nice ones) comes up to me. Now, earlier in the day I saw this sign that said: "Roosevelt field mall doing Inventory. Call Kimberly if interested in helping out. Aug 23rd 4-? and Aug 24th 5am-?" I certainly wasn't interested. #1, I hate doing inventory even for our own store, the one time I was a part of it. It was awful. #2, it's not even more store that I work at, why the fuck should I even bother? #3 I'm the lowest paid employee on the staff here, I'm the only one in my position, I work like a fucking dog and get paid shit, I don't feel like going all the way to another store to help out some strangers. I don't even care about the fucking place. I just want a paycheck.

So as I was saying, my manager came up to me and said: "Mike. Next monday, the 24th, Nancy (Our bitch General Manager) has you working at the Roosevelt Field store to help them with Inventory. You're working from 5am-10am.

"Okay!" I said cheerfully, the sarcasm so thick it oozed out of my ears. Two things piss me off about that. 1. Nancy didn't ASK at all if I wanted to help. She offered my services to the other store without even asking me for permission. Like I'm some kind of object to be traded off to people. And 2. She didn't even tell me herself that she did that. The two of us had gone over to our wearhouse on our own twice, and she didn't mention it either times. Meaning she didn't even have the decency to tell me herself that she just used me as a fucking trade off slave.

Also, Roosevelt field mall is about an hour from where I live. Meaning I have to leave at 4am to get there at 5. Meaning that I have to get up at 3:30am the earliest if I want to get out of the house at 4. Which I don't.

#3 EPIC AMAZING UNBELIEVEABLE WIN- After being dicked over twice, I felt that I was entitled to my complimentary 15 minute break. Which I used to get McDonalds. I couldn't get mad at my co-workers, for it would ruin the happy go lucky smiley image that I have created for myself there, so I decided to take out my anger on my body by filling it with cholesterol.

On my way back, I saw this craft fair thing going on. And on one of the tables read a sign: "Free Stress Test!" That got me intrigued. And I saw a bunch of books on the table. I got a closer look at the books, which were all the same, and on the top of every book read the name: "ELRON HUBBARD"

For those of you who do not know who he is, Elron Hubbard is the creator of the religion of Scientology. I didn't have time to check it out at that point, cause I had to get back to work. But as I did, ideas started to form in my mind.

So I got off work and went back to the scientology table and asked for my free stress test. After a series of boring irksome questions, the guy at the table giving me a reading, (Ian) said: "Well sir, if you just give me your name, e-mail address, and phone number, I can have your results sent to you, a long with upcoming events for scientology in the tri-state area!"

So I gave him the name, e-mail address, and phone number of this guy I knew back in high school, as a practical joke. The best one ever.

I was VERY tempted to give him Masu's information. But then I realied I wouldn't be able to gloat about it here, or else he would find out, resulting in insta ban. Though, perhaps I should find more constructive ways to deal with my anger. If I had her information, and was woman I would have given him my bitch general manager's info. But I didn't. And I'm not. (At least the last time I checked.)

Sorry to hear about all the crap that you had to put up with.

Not a bad practical joke, though.
I know I would freak if I got a call from the Church of Scientology

Fucking lol.

Seriously though work sounds like a bitch.

Paycheck is sadly low too.

Mufasa wrote:Paycheck is sadly low too.

Maybe you should get a new job?
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Princess Pichu wrote:

Mufasa wrote:Paycheck is sadly low too.

Maybe you should get a new job?
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At this point, it's safer to stay with the job I have.

I do think a little bit of a raise is in order though.

Sounds like my old job at the bookstore.