Just wanted to let everyone know that today has been "let's all step on Glenn's cock" day.
First, I'm just a little more than pissed of at the whole situation at work. Last week, I found out I was going to get taken off my cozy mon-fri day shift in order to give one of the n00bs a little extra training... I think to myself "no problem... I could use the change." The schedule I get starts on sunday working 8pm to 6:30am. Then, after I get off at 6:30 am, I have to be back at 4pm and work until 2:30am tuesday. Then come back at noon the same day and work until 10:30pm... and then finally have three days off before working Saturday night. I've had crazy schedules before, and this one isn't really too bad. At least I
SHOULD have had wed through fri off, which would have given me much needed time to be at the shop and get my car finished. Well, I tell Melissa about the schedule and she hates it, because working 10hr shifts every 10hrs doesn't leave much room for me to spend time with her.
So I start out on this hell shift Sunday with my sights set on Tues. night when it would all be over. So, I come in Monday at 4pm, and right when I come in the door, Randy gives me a list of people in the business office who need a certain app to be upgraded.
This updrade has to be done by the end of the month. I was aware of this upgrade, and had taken the time to show one of my co-workers, Ross, how to do this
amazingly SIMPLE upgrade the previous week. Apparently, when it came time to actually do some work, he ducked out by saying he had two problems doing some the previous week when I showed him how. One of which wasn't even a problem, but rather a minor inconvienence where a folder has to be copied and renamed to match a given path. So, anyway, it's four o'clock on monday, I'm holding a two page list of names, business office closes at five, and I'm supposed to get as many done as I can.
wtf?! So I go to business office, and in less than an hour, I was able to get four done. That brings us to today. Today I came in at noon per the f*cked up schedule. When I came in, I found that Kristin, who
WASN'T shown how to do the upgrades, had done
nine more in the business office. (Apparently, it doesn't take a great deal of training to perform this upgrade.) Needless to say, after I came in and ate lunch (yo, I gotta eat) I went up to business office and picked up where she left off. I was able to finish 15 more today which leaves only 3 people who's computers I couldn't get to since they leave early, and one person who is on leave indefinitely. So... when I get back to the computer room, I find out that
lookie here, the schedule's been changed. Now they want me to come in wednesday instead of saturday and work another ten hours ... ohh... and I'm told "come in as early as u can." You see, they need me to be at work tomorrow because I'm the only person who can do these upgrades, and the medical records department has yet to be done. left right, left right left, ...marching all over my cock. Here's an idea, how about instead of giving your good employees the shaft (or stepping on their shafts), you make the rest of them work their fair share.
Then, I let Melissa know that I was going to have to work tomorrow and, well, she wasn't happy about the change in my schedule. Better just leave it at that.
Finally, my Mom calls me up at work. "What are you planning on doing when you get off work at 8:30?" "First of all, I don't get off at 8:30. I get off at 10:30." "Well what are you doing after work?" "I'm going to sleep. I have to work in the morning." Of course then she wants to know why, so I tell her the story about my cock getting stepped on and finally she gets to the reason she called... "Can you help Dad move the china cabinet away from the wall when you get home?" It just needs to be moved away from the wall a foot and a half or so." So I said, "Is he going to be up at 10:30?" "Well, if he isn't, you can wake him up." Now first of all, I can do that shit by myself ...and so could he... but
some people just need help ... with everything. Hell, last month, I had to "help" him change the oil in his truck. Yea... "help" my ass...
I changed the fucking oil in his truck is what I did. All so he wouldn't have to do it himself ... or god forbid pay somebody to do it. Hell, I don't even change my own god damn oil. Crunch goes the cock.
Bottom line, apparently my cock looks like a doormat.