Whatever hadppened to Saturday night?
Aug. 28th, 2006 09:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
uberreinigerTo 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...
Am I just unusually touchy, or does anybody else hate it when someone who doesn't know you tries to strike up a conversation with you about the book you're reading? Now for my part, if I'm in a room with someone and that person is reading a book and not talking to me, I go on the assumption that the person would rather read the book than talk to me and I try not to bother them. Yet every single person I've worked with on the night shift has been unable to live by this precept. It is foreign to them. They guy I trained Saturday night was no exception. I take my roleplaing game books with me to give me something to do. They're for me. I want to read, I don't want to talk. I don't want to make friends. I don't want to be your buddy. I just want to read and NOT have to explain my hobbies to people who don't have any interest in them. And my very terse, vague replies to their inquiries do nothing to deter them asking more questions. It's always like this:
THEM: Is that a... game book?
ME: Yeah.
THEM: Like a... roleplaying game?
ME: Yeah.
THEM: Which one?
ME: Name of whatever game it is.
THEM: Is that like... Dungeons & Dragons?
ME: Yeah. (NOTE: Usually it is NOTHING like Dungeons & Dragons at all, but they're not going to know the difference even if I tell them, so whatever gets them off my back the fastest.)
From there it follows predicatable patterns, usually with them going on about how they always wanted to play Dungeons & Dragons, or they had a friend in college who played Dungeons & Dragons, or they start telling me about their Everquest/World of Warcraft game because they think it's the exact same thing. Or worse, start telling me about how they always wanted to play World of Warcraft or Everquest. From there it gets fuzzy because by this point I've tuned them out and am continuing in my reading.
Maybe I'm too uptight, I just always taught it was rude to bother people who were reading and to ask nosy questions about what they're reading. Yet considering how I have yet to work with ANYONE at this job who doesn't do it, maybe I'm the one with the problem.
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...
Am I just unusually touchy, or does anybody else hate it when someone who doesn't know you tries to strike up a conversation with you about the book you're reading? Now for my part, if I'm in a room with someone and that person is reading a book and not talking to me, I go on the assumption that the person would rather read the book than talk to me and I try not to bother them. Yet every single person I've worked with on the night shift has been unable to live by this precept. It is foreign to them. They guy I trained Saturday night was no exception. I take my roleplaing game books with me to give me something to do. They're for me. I want to read, I don't want to talk. I don't want to make friends. I don't want to be your buddy. I just want to read and NOT have to explain my hobbies to people who don't have any interest in them. And my very terse, vague replies to their inquiries do nothing to deter them asking more questions. It's always like this:
THEM: Is that a... game book?
ME: Yeah.
THEM: Like a... roleplaying game?
ME: Yeah.
THEM: Which one?
ME: Name of whatever game it is.
THEM: Is that like... Dungeons & Dragons?
ME: Yeah. (NOTE: Usually it is NOTHING like Dungeons & Dragons at all, but they're not going to know the difference even if I tell them, so whatever gets them off my back the fastest.)
From there it follows predicatable patterns, usually with them going on about how they always wanted to play Dungeons & Dragons, or they had a friend in college who played Dungeons & Dragons, or they start telling me about their Everquest/World of Warcraft game because they think it's the exact same thing. Or worse, start telling me about how they always wanted to play World of Warcraft or Everquest. From there it gets fuzzy because by this point I've tuned them out and am continuing in my reading.
Maybe I'm too uptight, I just always taught it was rude to bother people who were reading and to ask nosy questions about what they're reading. Yet considering how I have yet to work with ANYONE at this job who doesn't do it, maybe I'm the one with the problem.
