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Sundays hold a special place of hatred in my heart ever since the store decided to schedule me to watch the back door from 5AM until 9AM on Sundays (and then move up to the front door until 1PM). This is the sort of shift that requires major overhauls in one's personal life if one is to work that kind of shift. Not that I was going out clubbing on Saturday nights, but I'm a night owl by nature, and I routinely start falling asleep around 3AM.
It really irked me that they arbitrarily decided I was going to work that shift. They didn't ask, they just did it. I've only put up with it because the job is so easy a retarded monkey could do it, and once I'm done the busywork my LPM gives me on Sunday mornings, I can just sit there and watch DVDs on my laptop.
Of course, you also get paid time-and-a-half on Sundays, so I sometimes get this exchange:
Customer: You look like hell.
J2K: *deadpan* I've been here since 5AM.
Customer: What do you DO that early?
J2K: Not a whole lot.
Customer: Do they pay you more for being here that early?
J2K: Time and a half.
Customer: Well, you can't really complain, can you?
J2K: Actually, I can. Because it's my god-given right as an American citizen to complain about stuff.
That usually gets a laugh, mostly because I usually say all this in a flat deadpan. And they don't usually get the irony in my saying that, given they've been complaining about something up on the front line, which I have no power to fix.
It really irked me that they arbitrarily decided I was going to work that shift. They didn't ask, they just did it. I've only put up with it because the job is so easy a retarded monkey could do it, and once I'm done the busywork my LPM gives me on Sunday mornings, I can just sit there and watch DVDs on my laptop.
Of course, you also get paid time-and-a-half on Sundays, so I sometimes get this exchange:
Customer: You look like hell.
J2K: *deadpan* I've been here since 5AM.
Customer: What do you DO that early?
J2K: Not a whole lot.
Customer: Do they pay you more for being here that early?
J2K: Time and a half.
Customer: Well, you can't really complain, can you?
J2K: Actually, I can. Because it's my god-given right as an American citizen to complain about stuff.
That usually gets a laugh, mostly because I usually say all this in a flat deadpan. And they don't usually get the irony in my saying that, given they've been complaining about something up on the front line, which I have no power to fix.
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