And That’s Why I Killed Her, Your Honour.
tonight at a quarter to six, one of my work supervisors called and told me is was meant to work five until ten tonight, and that I’d missed the first 45 minutes of it. I was like, “uhh no, I’m not on the roster until Saturday.” and they were like, “no, it says in the book that you’re working tonight” but I was like “I checked the roster yesterday, I’m not on until Saturday.” So my supervisor checked the roster and there had been a fuck-up, because I should have been rostered on tonight, but I wasn’t. so then supervisor was all “Oh you’re right, you’re not on until Saturday. Can you work tonight anyway? Be here as soon as possible.”
So like, I did the God damn shift. and when I got there, boss said to me, “look, don’t stress over it.”
WHAT? YOU DON’T WANT *ME* TO STRESS OVER IT? YOU FUCKED UP THE ROSTER, ACCUSE ME OF NOT TURNING UP FOR A SHIFT, CALLED ME IN ON WITHOUT ANY NOTICE, I SHOWED UP TO DO YOU A FAVOUR, AND *I* SHOULDN’T STRESS OVER IT??!!?!
Look, mate.
YOU don’t stress over it.
Jesus Christ.
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