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The ass.boss came up to me today (admittedly, I was staring blankly at the counter contemplating how much trouble I would actually get into if I just started telling customers to go hump themselves instead of doing something productive like working) to find out if I was planning to come to work on the fifth of July.
In the five seconds it took for my brain to make a connection to the date and its significance, I'm afraid I must have had the same expression on my face as I had when I discovered the ferrets had been flinging poo at the wall like monkeys... but I digress.
"I hadn't planned on not being here."
"Good, because (Insert Name of ass.boss's Boss - who is also my Boss-Once-Removed) just told me that either I(sic), L or you have to be here on the fifth and if I stay they have to pay me time-and-a-half and they don't want to do that. L asked off already, but you haven't said anything so I figured you didn't have plans."
I pointed out that I've been a bit busy this last month or so and July 4th really hadn't been one of my priorities. Yes, I probably did have plans. Yes, I understood that of the three people named, I was the last one to ask off. That's fine. I'll work the fifth.
It's her reasoning that bothers me. The fifth counts as a holiday. She gets paid time-and-a-half to work holidays.
News Flash: So do I. Not as much as she or L (who's been at the store since the dawn of time and has seniority over Methuselah) does, true. But more than every other employee in our department but her and L. And why is my presence so important? Because every other manager and supervisor in the entire store wants the day off. Which means I get to play Bad Cop all friggin' day.
So... if I've mentioned doing something with any of you that weekend, or you've mentioned doing something with me... or planned to do something with me (in that non-kinky sort of way)(or in the kinky sort of way, I'm not that picky at the moment)...
Please, let me know what.
In the five seconds it took for my brain to make a connection to the date and its significance, I'm afraid I must have had the same expression on my face as I had when I discovered the ferrets had been flinging poo at the wall like monkeys... but I digress.
"I hadn't planned on not being here."
"Good, because (Insert Name of ass.boss's Boss - who is also my Boss-Once-Removed) just told me that either I(sic), L or you have to be here on the fifth and if I stay they have to pay me time-and-a-half and they don't want to do that. L asked off already, but you haven't said anything so I figured you didn't have plans."
I pointed out that I've been a bit busy this last month or so and July 4th really hadn't been one of my priorities. Yes, I probably did have plans. Yes, I understood that of the three people named, I was the last one to ask off. That's fine. I'll work the fifth.
It's her reasoning that bothers me. The fifth counts as a holiday. She gets paid time-and-a-half to work holidays.
News Flash: So do I. Not as much as she or L (who's been at the store since the dawn of time and has seniority over Methuselah) does, true. But more than every other employee in our department but her and L. And why is my presence so important? Because every other manager and supervisor in the entire store wants the day off. Which means I get to play Bad Cop all friggin' day.
So... if I've mentioned doing something with any of you that weekend, or you've mentioned doing something with me... or planned to do something with me (in that non-kinky sort of way)(or in the kinky sort of way, I'm not that picky at the moment)...
Please, let me know what.
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Kinky kinky kinko's!
A village is out there, crying, like baby jesus, because it's idiot ran away...please send her back.
-JAH