I'm operating on two hours of sleep
Mar. 6th, 2007 03:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hollybrookeI stayed up all night last night working on my midterm paper for my Shakespeare class. I got done with it around 1 PM today. This is what happens when I:
A) work too many hours at work, and
B) put it off until the last possible moment
And I better get a decent grade on this motherfucker.
I also have a response paper due tomorrow for my Victorian Lit class, and I have a test to study for and a research paper due for my Ethics class. Oh yeah, did I mention that Scott put me on a 9 to 5 shift tomorrow?!
I got pretty ticked off yesterday at work. (What else is new? Follow the el-jay "Holly Hates Work! cut:)
Hunter and I get to work about ten or fifteen minutes early. The whole counter area is full of movies. Scott is nowhere to be found. He didn't get around to working on the small amount of PVTs that Cory and I didn't get around to doing Sunday night. He talks our ear off about how he spent all day cleaning out underneath the register areas because we're getting the upgraded touch-pay pads sometime this week.
He spent all of that time cleaning out.
He made a whole whopping $65 on his register from 10 am to 5 pm.
He didn't even bother to record his totals on the EOD sheet before he left. He counted down his drawer, I saw him, but he didn't get his stinkin' totals down.
Of course, he didn't get late calls done because he was sooooo busy cleaning. While I'm doing late calls, I'm noticing titles on the list that Hunter and I had just ran out in that huge stack of movies he left for us. I found a total of four movies that were on 2-day late calls, and Hunter ran across two more that weren't checked in, all from the stack of stuff that was returned today. That's six movies Scott didn't bother checking in. Who knows how many other movies were in that big bunch?
Had it been me, Brooke or Jessica working and Scott noticed this, he would probably write us up. Why? Because he's letting the power go to his head and he's getting write-up happy. Is this asshole trying to force us ALL to quit? Because we'll be more than happy to, believe me. So what did I do? I wrote the incident down and faxed it over to Hobart, where I'm sure either Dave or Patti will read about it.
A) work too many hours at work, and
B) put it off until the last possible moment
And I better get a decent grade on this motherfucker.
I also have a response paper due tomorrow for my Victorian Lit class, and I have a test to study for and a research paper due for my Ethics class. Oh yeah, did I mention that Scott put me on a 9 to 5 shift tomorrow?!
I got pretty ticked off yesterday at work. (What else is new? Follow the el-jay "Holly Hates Work! cut:)
Hunter and I get to work about ten or fifteen minutes early. The whole counter area is full of movies. Scott is nowhere to be found. He didn't get around to working on the small amount of PVTs that Cory and I didn't get around to doing Sunday night. He talks our ear off about how he spent all day cleaning out underneath the register areas because we're getting the upgraded touch-pay pads sometime this week.
He spent all of that time cleaning out.
He made a whole whopping $65 on his register from 10 am to 5 pm.
He didn't even bother to record his totals on the EOD sheet before he left. He counted down his drawer, I saw him, but he didn't get his stinkin' totals down.
Of course, he didn't get late calls done because he was sooooo busy cleaning. While I'm doing late calls, I'm noticing titles on the list that Hunter and I had just ran out in that huge stack of movies he left for us. I found a total of four movies that were on 2-day late calls, and Hunter ran across two more that weren't checked in, all from the stack of stuff that was returned today. That's six movies Scott didn't bother checking in. Who knows how many other movies were in that big bunch?
Had it been me, Brooke or Jessica working and Scott noticed this, he would probably write us up. Why? Because he's letting the power go to his head and he's getting write-up happy. Is this asshole trying to force us ALL to quit? Because we'll be more than happy to, believe me. So what did I do? I wrote the incident down and faxed it over to Hobart, where I'm sure either Dave or Patti will read about it.
