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a day off? surely you jest!
Oct. 8th, 2011 10:21 pmAround 8am this morning, I was awakened by a phone call from my coworker RE, telling me he was sick -- repeated vomiting, possibly flu -- and couldn't go in to work. Could I cover his shift?
And I thought, ack. Because I'd stayed up ridiculously late reading, on the assumption that I could sleep in well past noon since Saturday was my day off. Then I'd planned to prep for tomorrow's Sunday school lesson, do my weekly grocery shopping, and work on a story or two.
But, you know, someone had to close the store, and it would be beyond unfair to make BW just stay late and do that. So I said I'd be in by 2pm, and could RE please call the store and tell JM and BW about the schedule change.
At 12:15, my phone woke me up again. This time it was JM, calling to say hey, where was I, she really needed to get home since her babysitter had a tight schedule today, and RE had called to tell me he was sick, right? To which I said, yeah, I was coming in around 2pm, didn't RE call back and tell them? I'm pretty sure I told him to call the store.
Apparently he hadn't called back -- which, okay, he's sick; he's probably not thinking too clearly -- but that meant that BW didn't get a chance to take a lunch break until I showed up at 1:45pm. That made us less efficient through the afternoon, which meant he got stuck at work nearly an hour later than his original schedule. He didn't really complain, though -- if I hadn't been able to cover even part of RE's shift, BW would have been stuck at the smoke shop until 9pm, which would have been a twelve hour shift and those, speaking from experience, suck.
What is also going to suck is that by the time I get my next day off -- Friday the 14th -- I will have worked eight days in a row. Working even six days in a row makes me want to murder people with thumbtacks by the final hours of my last shift. I don't even want to think about my likely mood on Thursday. To make matters worse, my mom (possibly with my dad and their dog in tow) will be visiting that weekend, so it's not even as if I'll get two days to unwind in peace.
Furthermore, I will be living on instant ramen and takeout until Friday, unless I am ridiculously efficient on Tuesday evening so as to get out of work by 5:20pm, take the 5:30 #30 bus to the mall, shop in about twenty minutes, and catch the 6:30 #13 bus home. It should be doable, but very tight.
And all that is predicated on the assumption that RE recovers quickly enough to work his next scheduled shift, instead of needing someone to cover it and causing the rest of us to either play musical shifts or run the store short-staffed and thus run ourselves ragged and have no prayer of leaving early.
*sulks*
...
Now I am going to go prep for my lesson, even though it's too late to email any useful information to my co-teacher like I'd planned to do.
And I thought, ack. Because I'd stayed up ridiculously late reading, on the assumption that I could sleep in well past noon since Saturday was my day off. Then I'd planned to prep for tomorrow's Sunday school lesson, do my weekly grocery shopping, and work on a story or two.
But, you know, someone had to close the store, and it would be beyond unfair to make BW just stay late and do that. So I said I'd be in by 2pm, and could RE please call the store and tell JM and BW about the schedule change.
At 12:15, my phone woke me up again. This time it was JM, calling to say hey, where was I, she really needed to get home since her babysitter had a tight schedule today, and RE had called to tell me he was sick, right? To which I said, yeah, I was coming in around 2pm, didn't RE call back and tell them? I'm pretty sure I told him to call the store.
Apparently he hadn't called back -- which, okay, he's sick; he's probably not thinking too clearly -- but that meant that BW didn't get a chance to take a lunch break until I showed up at 1:45pm. That made us less efficient through the afternoon, which meant he got stuck at work nearly an hour later than his original schedule. He didn't really complain, though -- if I hadn't been able to cover even part of RE's shift, BW would have been stuck at the smoke shop until 9pm, which would have been a twelve hour shift and those, speaking from experience, suck.
What is also going to suck is that by the time I get my next day off -- Friday the 14th -- I will have worked eight days in a row. Working even six days in a row makes me want to murder people with thumbtacks by the final hours of my last shift. I don't even want to think about my likely mood on Thursday. To make matters worse, my mom (possibly with my dad and their dog in tow) will be visiting that weekend, so it's not even as if I'll get two days to unwind in peace.
Furthermore, I will be living on instant ramen and takeout until Friday, unless I am ridiculously efficient on Tuesday evening so as to get out of work by 5:20pm, take the 5:30 #30 bus to the mall, shop in about twenty minutes, and catch the 6:30 #13 bus home. It should be doable, but very tight.
And all that is predicated on the assumption that RE recovers quickly enough to work his next scheduled shift, instead of needing someone to cover it and causing the rest of us to either play musical shifts or run the store short-staffed and thus run ourselves ragged and have no prayer of leaving early.
*sulks*
...
Now I am going to go prep for my lesson, even though it's too late to email any useful information to my co-teacher like I'd planned to do.
