uberreiniger | Aug. 28th, 2006

To everyone who's hearing this story for the 2nd or possibly 4th time, I apologize, but I just have to go on yet again about how crappy my Saturday night at work was.

I got mandatory'd into overtime Saturday night, which I was NOT happy about to begin with. But I think hey, Saturday night there's only one guard on duty and no one workers show up in the morning 'cause it's Sunday, so even though I have to be there, at least I can basically just sit there and relax and do my patrols at my own pace. WRONG. I get there and discover that not only am I not alone, but I'm with a guy who has never worked there before and knows nothing about the place, so my night of doing nothing becomes a night of me doing training. Then, whenthe parking lot patrol officer arrives at 6:30, it turns out she has not been trained either. And then employees start showing up. To work. On a Sunday. So here I am, trying to train two people and basically doing a full weekday morning's worth of reception work completely unprepared. No one notified me of any of this when they told me I would be wroking. I was not pleased. And I'm not even going to get into the girl who launched into a profanity-filled tirade because I wouldn't let her go upstairs without her I.D. badge, (which, you know, is my JOB to not let people do.)

And another thing...

( Stop asking me about the book I'm reading! )