And I don't have any idea when I'll have the time to re-watch
TFNM, thanks to my freaked-out work schedule.
Yesterday, my sole day off this week, der B came into my room while I was napping, said something about Stacey (my cashiering boss) and overtime, and I just rolled over and Fletcher cuddled closer. Dalmatians are good for that.
A little later, der B came back into the room and asked, quite a bit louder, "Didn't you hear me? They're calling you in to work today!"
Huh? It's my day off! What the...
So I called the store, and they did indeed need me to get my sorry backside in to work. Business is picking up, someone decided they didn't need the job after all, and even though it means paying me overtime they wanted me in for another day at the registers.
Seven days a week at the job. Sheesh.
And it's going to be more of the same next week. Stacey has me scheduled to work a register on both Sunday and Saturday. Meanwhile, my training as billing clerk continues Monday through Friday, and even if I manage to get my billing training finished on Thursday, what with it being Memorial Day Weekend, I can pretty well bet that Stacey will need me on Friday. So, that's another seven-day week.
Der Brucer is estatic about all the time I'm getting in at the store. That's either because it brings in a better paycheck, or he's got someone showing up here at the house while I'm away. I seriously doubt it's the latter. (Sorry, der B.
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In any case, it's time for me to head to the store yet again. No rest for the weary.
Maybe I'll get a chance to look at Jose's pics later.
