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dragonlady7Yesterday work was thoroughly dead and boring, in a way I haven't experienced in a long time. I slouched around, took a 45-minute break, cleaned strange things that hadn't been cleaned in a long time, and contemplated an early escape. However, come a reasonable time to depart, the managers were nowhere to be found. So, inspiration struck: I took another break, instead, and sat chatting with two of my customers and watching Cops on tv.
Hey. I haven't gotten a break at work since I started this new schedule, just about, and yet they dock me for the half hour every day without fail. So I figured the least I could do was milk the clock just this once. Also, I don't think I could stand to be yelled at for sneaking out early again.
At 6:30 the manager walked by and said, "You're still here?"
"Schedule says 7:30," I said, with a resigned shrug.
Apparently the change to 10:00 for all the 8:30 servers wasn't only done with me in mind. The others all leave whenever they feel like it. Which I knew, and which is part of what infuriated me so: I am the only one who actually feels myself bound by said schedule, and waits either until the end of the shift or until I am dismissed. Everyone else takes off when they want to. Which is why it made me SO MAD when I was, as usual, the only one reprimanded, on a day that I even left LATE.
But anyhow. I got my eight hours in yesterday, feeling like hell throughout. Thank god there were no thunderstorms. Then i came home, and Z was at his buddy's stag party so I had the place to myself, and I read the letter from the Town claiming that our compost heap is a fire hazard, and was too mad to concentrate on much.
I then texted Z to let him know I'd pick him up from the person whose car he was using's house, as otherwise there was no one to drive him home, as he was the driver.
I spent the evening astounded at how much blood can come out of a woman without killing her, and I apologize if that's TMI but it was really truly astonishing, and unusual for me. It was a good thing Z phoned at 3 am, because I was out like a light and if I'd been allowed to keep sleeping, things would've gotten messy.
I hope things slow down a bit today, because, well, work doesn't give a whole lot of opportunity to, well, visit the ladies' room. I am considering working in the Club so that I don't have to cope with, you know, doing anything at all. I could bring along Z's old laptop and actually be able to see what I'm doing. It'd be something, indeed. I'm really tempted.
I'm also really sleepy but of course, can't sleep. I keep awakening at or before 7 and being unable to sleep further. I'm then ready for a nap precisely at the time work starts. Oh yeah, it's great.
In entirely other news, I want this very badly. Who thinks I should buy it?
(I also want this, in purple. I think I deserve it. But that's always a dangerous thought.)
Hey. I haven't gotten a break at work since I started this new schedule, just about, and yet they dock me for the half hour every day without fail. So I figured the least I could do was milk the clock just this once. Also, I don't think I could stand to be yelled at for sneaking out early again.
At 6:30 the manager walked by and said, "You're still here?"
"Schedule says 7:30," I said, with a resigned shrug.
Apparently the change to 10:00 for all the 8:30 servers wasn't only done with me in mind. The others all leave whenever they feel like it. Which I knew, and which is part of what infuriated me so: I am the only one who actually feels myself bound by said schedule, and waits either until the end of the shift or until I am dismissed. Everyone else takes off when they want to. Which is why it made me SO MAD when I was, as usual, the only one reprimanded, on a day that I even left LATE.
But anyhow. I got my eight hours in yesterday, feeling like hell throughout. Thank god there were no thunderstorms. Then i came home, and Z was at his buddy's stag party so I had the place to myself, and I read the letter from the Town claiming that our compost heap is a fire hazard, and was too mad to concentrate on much.
I then texted Z to let him know I'd pick him up from the person whose car he was using's house, as otherwise there was no one to drive him home, as he was the driver.
I spent the evening astounded at how much blood can come out of a woman without killing her, and I apologize if that's TMI but it was really truly astonishing, and unusual for me. It was a good thing Z phoned at 3 am, because I was out like a light and if I'd been allowed to keep sleeping, things would've gotten messy.
I hope things slow down a bit today, because, well, work doesn't give a whole lot of opportunity to, well, visit the ladies' room. I am considering working in the Club so that I don't have to cope with, you know, doing anything at all. I could bring along Z's old laptop and actually be able to see what I'm doing. It'd be something, indeed. I'm really tempted.
I'm also really sleepy but of course, can't sleep. I keep awakening at or before 7 and being unable to sleep further. I'm then ready for a nap precisely at the time work starts. Oh yeah, it's great.
In entirely other news, I want this very badly. Who thinks I should buy it?
(I also want this, in purple. I think I deserve it. But that's always a dangerous thought.)
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Date: 2006-06-04 04:41 pm (UTC)