Innocent Eyes, Delta Goodrem
Sooo I appear to have sorted out my Hours Issue at work. My manager was cruel enough to give me just 7 ½ hours next week. I stood my ground and yet again pestered for more hours but it wasn’t looking likely. Until I realised that my wage slip says I’m contracted for 15 hours work. Words with my manger followed. He seemed convinced that because I’m only Seasonal he didn’t have to give me the hours my contract says I’m entitled too. That seemed odd to me, surely a contract is a contract? He said he would find out. His sudden foul mood was later explained by his discovery that yes, if my contract says 15 hours he has to give me 15 hours.
He came back to me yesterday pretending to have found me loads next week. Guess how he found them? He discovered that one of the staff is off next week, he’d forgotten despite signing of for the holiday about 2 weeks ago. At least I have lots of hours next week.
Oh and get this. He said to one of my co-workers today he can’t stand Richard, (another frozen monkey), and me and think we’re both lazy and have no respect for him. Ok, if I was lazy I wouldn’t be happily coming in whenever the hell he likes and working my ass off. As for no respect for my manger? Well I don’t anymore. Not if he’s slagging me off to a co-worker. That is the height of unprofessional.
Today was my day off. To be completely honest there was actually no point in it at all, I may as well been at work. Mum literally yelled me out of bed for no good reason this morning and it quickly became apparent that my few friends were either working or had no interest in seeing me. I managed to do some work on my peacock design but nothing amazing. I just wasn’t in the mood for any of it. I mused over starting Harry Potter, but I find it impossible to focus on books these days, I can’t lose myself in a world of fantasy anymore. Hell, I used to love reading, don’t get me wrong, there’s a STACK of reading awards somewhere in my mums’ wardrobe. I just can’t seem to do it anymore. Harry Potter will come to Lancaster though, I’m sure it will be read then. This evening I feel I’ve had an argument with someone and well, am trying not to feel like all boys are just designed to mess with my head. They are probably not, but I don’t think I can deal so well with being jerked around. Being lead to believe one thing then having the carpet ripped out from under my feet.
On a good note, it appears I have managed to get myself a student account with NatWest, which is great as they offer a free 5 year railcard. I am a bit worried by the email I got from the Halifax saying they’d detected an attempt to access my online account .I don’t have any accounts with them….oooohh dear. Methinks a trip to the bank is needed.
Looking forward to work tomorrow. I have five hours with Richard, which should be a ball. It was the other day.
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I have five hours of :
"Authorize that sodding petrol pump"
"no you can't have 10 l n b you're 12"
"i need some change"
"ow my feet"
"i was meant to have my break and hour ago"
"madam please get your child out of the fruit casing"
"no i didn't see the drive off, but i think that was his intention"
"OK tom OK i will cover the fuel delivery while you go for ANTOHER fag"
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