The Good: It's July, and I'm still outside. Also, even though they're total fuckwits about scheduling (I requested Wed-Thu-Fri-Sat-Sun off; was schedule Fri. Asked about it, was taken off the Fri schedule....but still put on the Sat schedule. Fuckwittage at it's finest) and I'm working Fri-Sat, My Sweetie will leave sometime on Friday to take the Howler to Grandma's house to spend the week. That means that I have my own Mini-Vacation. And that means beer. And maybe a girls' night out. But I definitely have beer in my near future.
The Bad: I'll miss them terribly. But I'll have beer to console myself. I'll manage. Also, there's a Howler free week, which means that I will not have to use "that voice" (I hate "that voice") I will also have a week in which I will not channel the Gator. YAY!
The Ugly: It's July, and while I'm still in the garden center, it was pretty hot out there yesterday. And getting stupid, and feeling sick in the heat? Yeah, well, there's more fuckwittage here, too. Yesterday it was 85F at 10am. I told them that while the breakboard had my afternoon break at 1:30pm, that wasn't going to work because I went to lunch from 10-11. Even with breaks ALWAYS running late, 2.5 hours in that kind of heat with out a break--even if you do provide cold water with ice in it--isn't going to work. They needed to schedule a heat break in there--and if they needed to, move the break they already had scheduled.
What did they do? They didn't even bother to try to find coverage for me until after 12:30pm. At 12:40pm, I called, because, remarkably enough, I was getting stupid and feeling sick. I tell the first fuckwit...he says, "I'm trying to find you coverage now." So I tell him that I'm already feeling sick. Their solution? Call me back and tell me that I can come inside to run register, instead.
Listen Up Fuckwits! It's ALMOST as hot standing on the front end in July. And since we're not allowed to have anything to drink while on the front line, this is NOT a solution. You're basically telling me that, since I'm already into feeling sick from the heat, you'll let me move inside to where it's only marginally cooler, and not let me have anything to drink, too. That makes a whole lot of sense: I can vomit or pass out where you can see me, instead of out here by myself. Either way, you're going to ride my ass and give me hell, so yeah, baby. Sign me up for that gig.
After finally deciding to allow me to go inside and SIT and COOL DOWN, I go back outside. The fuckwit cow calls and tells me that I'm going to go inside anyway. Uh, NO, I'm not. Why should I be punished for this?
They then sent someone out to "check" on me (day late and dollar short, fuckwits) and she tells me to "take it easy" and sit. Yeah, like I'm going to sit at this point. I hear every week how I'm not allowed to sit unless I have a doc's excuse, and now, suddenly, I'll be "forgiven" if I sit? Do I look stupid to you? Really?
I told her that "no, I'm not taking that chance. They can't just give me a heat break when I ask for it, I'm not counting on their forgiveness if I sit. I'll just stay out here, standing, sweeping, whatever, and they can figure out what's right and fair when I keel over--because I will NOT be asking for heat break EVER again. They can write me up and fire me for not helping customers after I'm dead from the heat."
Fuckwits.
(and thanks, Blue, for the title)
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