This happened a week before Monday. Our "wonderful" District Manager decided that we should operate the store by itself, sans automated machine. Just like that, most of the employees lost a third of their hours. It does not matter that summer is our busiest time, nor the fact that I am dying in the store try to do three persons' worth of work, nor the fact that my boss is having a midst of hiss fit which ultimately results in more work for me to mop up on. It is all about the bottom line, and thanks to the costly merger, I am getting the short end of the stick.
Thanks for nothing, Sam. You are a real pal for leaving us high and dry in the store while you ignore our call for help. Let us repay you by turning away customer on the basis that we cannot take care of them since we have no one to take care of them.
Oh, who am I kidding... he doesn't give a damn as long as his "cost cutting" measure appeases his bosses.
School:
Orientation soon.
Well-being:
Dead tired, and slightly drunk.
Job:
Go to hell, Sam. And to hell with my boss for throwing hiss fit without regard to anyone else.
Reading:
Book: Um...
Manga: Skyhigh Karma (and thank god, Inuyasha has ended after 12 years).
Watching:
Princess Nine, Ergo Proxy, Azumanga Daioh (all through PSP)
Playing:
Jeanne D'Arc (Stage 4) , Metal Gear Solid 4 (Act 1: Liquid Sun)
Two Cents (or 1.28 Euro Cents):
It does not matter if Randolph should have seen his firing coming from miles away or the fact that Mets were under-performing to the point of needing coach replacements. The fact is that he got axed at 3:15 AM EDT, and NO ONE deserves to get fired in such ungodly hour.
And I want all the narcotic junkies to mark their calendars on next refill date and STOP calling every f***ing other days to have their fix when it's 5, 10, or 15 days too soon. Keep on doing that, and I might have to start calling DEA office to have ourselves raided, their narcotic supplying doctors, and the abuser's home as well.
