I got in early today and not forty minutes after I had settled down, one of the supervisors came up to me. “You mind clocking in early?” he asked. “Peg’s the only one at the door.”
I said yes. I had originally been scheduled for 12:30 to 21:00, so now I would be done a good three hours early. Eight hours and getting out before dark. Not a bad deal in my book.
However, I don’t know if it was such a good idea for me to do that. I’ll explain later.
Right around 13:00, Cassi stopped by the door. She wanted to know when I had clocked in, when I would be done for the day and had anyone suggested this to me. I told her that it was one of the supervisors; I don’t clock in early at all unless I’m asked. I’m not that type. So that irritated me a little. Maybe I took it the wrong way, but it just struck me as wrong. Probably because I don’t do anything like this unless someone asks me. But I digress.
Peg left at 14:00, but we had Brenda and eventually Georgia. Well, we had Georgia for a few hours; she went home early. Which meant that it was Brenda stuck doing all the procedures for the rest of the night. I couldn’t stay later, as I had come in three hours before my shift started. So if I had come in as usual, I could have covered the door and let Brenda do half of the procedures while I did the others. But she was stuck with all of them.
I’m trying not to stress, but the schedule is a wreck. There were a grand total of four people scheduled for the door, excluding me. One called in, so she didn’t make it. There was only the opener, a 12:15 mid-shifter, and the 3:45 closer. That was it.
I know I shouldn’t get upset about this. It’s out of my hands. But I’m frustrated. It shouldn’t be this hard to have decent coverage at the door but apparently, it is that hard. It’s not getting better, either.
I don’t know which is a bigger pain in my ass: my sciatic nerve or my job. It’s kind of a toss up right now.