Since school is out for the summer, the university library is on summer hours and I only work two days a week. Thursday and Friday. I had to seriously re-configure my normal schedule to do it since I normally work late nights at the University and days at the little library. So, those two days, I work during the day at the University and then head straight over to the little library where I work until it closes at 9:00 P.M. It's only slightly hellish.
Anyway, I made it CRYSTAL CLEAR when I signed on to work this summer that my hours could not be changed. I had already inconvenienced a fellow employee by changing my hours, and since there are only 3 of us who work at wee library, there isn't room for manuvering. Well, let me rephrase that: I thought I had made it clear.
I was working at the little library today, like I always do since it's a fucking Wednesday when I get a call. It's my supervisor over at the University wondering where the hell I am.
Well, since she called me at work, I think she figured it out, but I confirmed to her that I was working. She wanted to know why I wasn't at the University.
I said, "Because it's Wednesday."
She then informed me that I had been put on Wednesday duty this week because of the 4th of July. No one had asked me if I could work, no one had even bothered to notify me. I went over my e-mails and I never got anything from anyone about working today. Nevertheless, she's mad at me. I have "greatly inconvenienced her." Luckily, she informs me with a long suffering sigh, "she'll think of something."
Normally I don't cuss, but Jesus Fucking Christ on a Stick.
These people are amazing. They treat me like crap, pay me less than the student workers, over-work me, assume that they are more important than the public library so I should rearrange my work schedule to accomodate them and then they wonder why I haven't RSVP'd for the library picnic or contributed any ideas for the fucking spirit float.
I know when I go into work tomorrow (Thursday, when I FUCKING WORK) that she is going to say something, and so is the boss lady, more than likely. I only pray that I am able to bite my tongue and smile through the blood. I may hate this job with the heat of a thousand suns, but I need the money.
I apologize for all my cursing. I am really, really, really, really mad.
