I doubt vodka is the answer but damn it, it’s worth a shot.
Yeah, this sums up exactly how I feel at the moment. My interest in the World Series is next to nil, whoever we have scheduling my department is an idiot of epic proportions–I’ll get into that in a moment–and the Grand Nagus wants to erase trans people. So the idea of getting so drunk that I vomit out what I ate two months ago seems wonderful right now. “Beyond pissed” barely describes it. Primus, I hope the Blue Wave drowns these shits.
Yesterday, I had my hours changed. Instead of 11:00 to 16:00, I was supposed to be in at 14:30 and done by 23:00. In other words, I was given lot duty. Which I have never been trained for and do not have the driver’s license to complete what is entailed. So I couldn’t clock in, had to chase down a supervisor in order to get this fixed and had to sign the exception log, which is something I hadn’t done in three years. Good times, I tell you.
It gets more interesting, however. Next week, I have a 14:30 to 21:00 on Sunday. Yes, it’s lot duty again. Yes, I am going to have to fix this as well. And yes, I am frustrated with this shit.
However, I doubt that it will last long. Give it time and we’ll have someone else handling the schedule. I hope I can stay sane until then.