Day job
I've gotten three calls from my day employer today.
One was at 9:55 this morning. Not only was it something unimportant, it was really rude to call me that early in the morning. 10 may not be THAT early, but as far as they know, I could have been out until 5am last night.
Second call - 10:06. Asking questions about a customers order. I had already left all of the information there and available. Alan and I were actually having sex at the time, and he didn't stop. Can you imagine how HARD it is to answer questions about something redundant when you have someone inside you, pumping away?
The last one, about forty minutes ago, became a voicemail. I saw the number, rolled my eyes exasperated, and decided to not pick up. I checked my voicemail, and lo and behold, I was being told I *have* to work tomorrow from 3-7.
I'm not going to. I'm calling them back to tell them no. Not only will that mean that I'm working tomorrow, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, but I'm not going in for a four hour shift. It's not worth my time, and it's not worth the kilometers on my car and gas to get there. I'm feeling walked over enough as it is; I'm enjoying my two days off like anyone else should be allowed to. Fuck you guys.
What's a day off when all I think about is work?
One was at 9:55 this morning. Not only was it something unimportant, it was really rude to call me that early in the morning. 10 may not be THAT early, but as far as they know, I could have been out until 5am last night.
Second call - 10:06. Asking questions about a customers order. I had already left all of the information there and available. Alan and I were actually having sex at the time, and he didn't stop. Can you imagine how HARD it is to answer questions about something redundant when you have someone inside you, pumping away?
The last one, about forty minutes ago, became a voicemail. I saw the number, rolled my eyes exasperated, and decided to not pick up. I checked my voicemail, and lo and behold, I was being told I *have* to work tomorrow from 3-7.
I'm not going to. I'm calling them back to tell them no. Not only will that mean that I'm working tomorrow, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, but I'm not going in for a four hour shift. It's not worth my time, and it's not worth the kilometers on my car and gas to get there. I'm feeling walked over enough as it is; I'm enjoying my two days off like anyone else should be allowed to. Fuck you guys.
What's a day off when all I think about is work?
posted by April Avalon at 4:00:00 PM
2 Comments:
you should have told him you were busy and WHAT you were busy doing.
haha That would have been the perfect solution! why didn't I think of that?? :)
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