Not even kidding about that.
I worked Monday, was off Tuesday, and I work tonight. By tonight, I mean that; it’s a 17:00 to 22:00 shift. It’s not the first time I’ve had this kind of shift and I doubt it will be the last.
I dread tonight. I truly do. Because Monday night was an absolute shitshow.
We had some foul weather on Monday; it was supposed to be a winter storm but it more or less fizzled out when it hit us. However, the roads weren’t great, so we had a few call ins. Normally, that doesn’t bother me, but it was a disaster on Monday.
I was the only dedicated Member Service associate at the doors. Front End had to send two people to help me: one helped with the walks, the other was lot duty. Because both of the full timers had called in to work. In one case, I can understand. In the other, I don’t. I’ll explain.
One was Wiesia. She’s on chemotherapy treatment for cancer. She comes to work feeling awful and you can see it. She doesn’t need to be in that building at all. She should be at home, recovering. However, I have no idea if her insurance would cover the cost of chemo if she wasn’t working, so I think that might be why she hasn’t taken a leave of absence. In her case, this is completely understandable. It’s the other call in that I don’t understand.
The second one was our lot person, the other full timer, notWiesia. She doesn’t live all that far from the building. It wouldn’t have been that much trouble for her to get to work. But she called in anyway.
She just didn’t want to do lot duty. That’s it in a nutshell. She wanted to skip work because she can’t stand working later hours.
Bear in mind that this is the same person who went to management crying about how things were so unfair at the doors, since I didn’t have a license. This is the same person who waited until after Dennis had died to make her damned complaint. This is the only person who has a problem with me not having my license. Quite literally, no one else cares. It’s only her.
Yes, I’m sick of her. I have to pretend to be nice to her but all I want to do is curse her out. I have to be the bigger person yet again and I hate it. Because I always have to be the bigger person any and every time this shit happens.
So yeah, I don’t want to go to work tonight. If it were up to me, I’d call in and stay here with Lulu. But again, gotta be the bigger person here.