After a lot of effort, I finally cleared out my Gmail account. It’s down to just under fifty messages. Finally.
I had to re-unsubscribe to fucking Disqus since it didn’t save the changes I made earlier in the week. I honestly don’t know why it didn’t, as I hit “Save” in the tab and it said that everything had been updated. Weird, but whatever. At least it’s done now and I don’t have to deal with it later. So no more email notifications from them.
Saturday was an absolute shitshow and that’s putting it mildly. My schedule said that I was due in at 730 and would be off at 1600. Apparently, it was wrong: I was actually supposed to be in at 1000 and done at 1830, but the online schedule had never been updated, so a supervisor basically had to update it after I had punched in and was on the clock. Cas hadn’t changed anything, which screwed everything up massively, upset me and the supervisor, and damn near screwed us out of a person for the door! Although I wasn’t happy, I rolled with the punches anyway, which basically makes me look calm, cool, collected and professional. Cas, on the other hand? Since this was her mistake, it reflects poorly on her, and since she’s trying to get another promotion, this just shows she’s not competent enough for it. I’ll just keep quiet and let her measure out all the rope she needs to hang herself; I don’t think it’s going to take long.
It gets worse: we had two call-ins at the door. We were without Mary and Kelly for the entire day. In the case of Mary, this isn’t new, as she pretty much just calls in if she’s scheduled to work on Saturday. Apparently, she still wants her Saturdays off and is doing this to keep them.
She’s also the one who got the full-time position in Member Service. Management backed her. This is what they’re getting in return for their investment.
I really want to tell them to go ahead and shove a dozen rolls of quarters up their ass because they fucking played themselves. Good job.
Congratulations, guys! You backed the wrong pony and now you’re completely fucked! Hey, I would have taken that full-time position. I would show up every weekend. Happily. I don’t call in unless things are really bad and I can’t get out of bed. But you guys decided that you absolutely needed somebody with a driver’s license and car, so you picked Mary. Look where this has gotten you. Shortstaffed at the door. That’s it. That’s what you got. Way to go! Excellent work on failing!
Oh well. Not my fucking problem. I wash my hands of it. They can figure it out for once. To that I say: Good luck with that bullshit.