work hilarity
May. 31st, 2006 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Unrelated: Z got this music at work and it's utterly odd. Sort of unexceptional bluegrass except that it's done by a one-man band. Somethin', man. Somethin'.
So. The latest chapter in The Drama At Work is that now all of the 2:00-8:30 servers' shifts have been changed to be 2:00-10:00, "due to the increased travelers for the summer season".
Two things about this are hysterical.
1) The Big Bar is open until JetBlue's 10:10 flight boards. JetBlue's discontinuing its 10:10 flight. The bar's going to start closing at I think 8:45. Which makes the entire issue completely pointless.
2) Um, we all have bid schedules that were done through a complicated selection process. You can't change a bid schedule without the worker's permission.
So, the union steward, before I'd even noticed the change, approached me and said that she'd call up the union tomorrow.
I mentioned to her that I'd sort of hoped to be fired, and was willing to fight all of this as bitterly as could be, because really, I don't give a shit. I confessed that I'm tired of the job but it's too good a job to quit, and being fired would give me an excuse to get on with my life. She agreed, and laughed, and said she wished she could live the same way.
(She also pointed out that it's likely the only reason I wasn't written up is that I wasn't afraid to be written up. Apparently they can make us stay up to eight hours even if we're not scheduled that long, so I was actually in the wrong on Friday; I had suspected as much, but Manager was being such a fuck that pretty much nothing could have forced me to stay. But you know, there's no thrill in writing up someone who isn't afraid and doesn't mind. I wasn't even really defiant: I simply said that I would grieve this so hard, and that I refused to go back out onto the floor. Of course, had he been polite in the first place... Let's not speculate. It's pointless.)
So. *rubs hands together in glee* Let's see what happens, eh?
And in completely other news, I want to turn this house's unfinished second story into a library and office. Wouldn't that be beyond rad? It would be.
So. The latest chapter in The Drama At Work is that now all of the 2:00-8:30 servers' shifts have been changed to be 2:00-10:00, "due to the increased travelers for the summer season".
Two things about this are hysterical.
1) The Big Bar is open until JetBlue's 10:10 flight boards. JetBlue's discontinuing its 10:10 flight. The bar's going to start closing at I think 8:45. Which makes the entire issue completely pointless.
2) Um, we all have bid schedules that were done through a complicated selection process. You can't change a bid schedule without the worker's permission.
So, the union steward, before I'd even noticed the change, approached me and said that she'd call up the union tomorrow.
I mentioned to her that I'd sort of hoped to be fired, and was willing to fight all of this as bitterly as could be, because really, I don't give a shit. I confessed that I'm tired of the job but it's too good a job to quit, and being fired would give me an excuse to get on with my life. She agreed, and laughed, and said she wished she could live the same way.
(She also pointed out that it's likely the only reason I wasn't written up is that I wasn't afraid to be written up. Apparently they can make us stay up to eight hours even if we're not scheduled that long, so I was actually in the wrong on Friday; I had suspected as much, but Manager was being such a fuck that pretty much nothing could have forced me to stay. But you know, there's no thrill in writing up someone who isn't afraid and doesn't mind. I wasn't even really defiant: I simply said that I would grieve this so hard, and that I refused to go back out onto the floor. Of course, had he been polite in the first place... Let's not speculate. It's pointless.)
So. *rubs hands together in glee* Let's see what happens, eh?
And in completely other news, I want to turn this house's unfinished second story into a library and office. Wouldn't that be beyond rad? It would be.
