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Tuesday, 21 June 2005 10:59A day off for me today, which'll be mostly relaxing.
Yesterday, I spent the day in Photo. When I asked my boss, Alan, to punch me in, he looked at me strangely and told me he thought I worked 12-9. Basically, here's how it went:
Management who don't believe their peons, a short play.
THE PLAYERS:
BRIAN, the peon in question.
ALAN, the peon's boss.
LAURIE, the department manager of photo who does the scheduling for all the peons in Photo and Wireless
ACT ONE:
BRIAN: (stands by the time clock, waiting for a manager to punch him in; sees Alan) Alan, can you punch me in, please?
ALAN: (looks at BRIAN like he has three heads) What time do you start?
BRIAN: 10. Now.
ALAN: Wait...I think Laurie has you scheduled 12-9, because we won't have anyone to close Photo. Let me call her back here. (BRIAN and ALAN go into one of the manager offices)
Note: Keep in mind that I'm not available past 7 PM to begin with.
BRIAN: (pulls out a piece of paper with his schedule on it, as written by LAURIE) Here's her handwritten schedule, Alan.
ALAN: (looks at schedule, sees: "Monday, 6/20: (some scribbling, some more scribbling) 10-7") I just want to make sure. (pages LAURIE)
(enter LAURIE from stage right)
LAURIE: What's up?
ALAN: Is Brian scheduled to close today?
BRIAN: Here's your schedule that you gave me, says 10-7 right on it.
LAURIE: You sure you're not looking at the wrong side?
BRIAN: Nope. See for yourself. It's your handwriting, is it not?
LAURIE: (takes paper from BRIAN and looks at the scheduling) Who scribbled that out?
BRIAN: You did, Laurie.
LAURIE: (sighs defeatedly) Ah, shit. I'll go home and then come back tonight.
ALAN: Maybe not. Brian, do you want to work 10-9 today, and work 12-7 tomorrow? (Note: I was given a scheduled day off for Tuesday.)
BRIAN: (an 11 hour shift? HAH. RIGHT.) Not really. That's an 11 hour shift. I'd rather not.
LAURIE: (defeated) All right, I'll just come back tonight to close.
(exeunt BRIAN, trying to hide a grin)
In other news, I come to find out WHY my check hasn't arrived yet. Rich forgot to put that little "Apt. 7C" on the envelope. So, it came to 45 Birch St, Kingston, NY...and with 20 buildings on the site...it got bounced back. So, it's back in the Wal-Mart in Falmouth. I'll have to bash them. It was just slightly comforting to me that it didn't get eaten by the postal system.
When I got home from work, had some dinner-like things, did a little video gaming, had some sex, and stayed up for a bit after April went to bed.
I only have 6 brackets still for SSM. 10 days left, you guys...
All righty, away I go.
Yesterday, I spent the day in Photo. When I asked my boss, Alan, to punch me in, he looked at me strangely and told me he thought I worked 12-9. Basically, here's how it went:
Management who don't believe their peons, a short play.
THE PLAYERS:
BRIAN, the peon in question.
ALAN, the peon's boss.
LAURIE, the department manager of photo who does the scheduling for all the peons in Photo and Wireless
ACT ONE:
BRIAN: (stands by the time clock, waiting for a manager to punch him in; sees Alan) Alan, can you punch me in, please?
ALAN: (looks at BRIAN like he has three heads) What time do you start?
BRIAN: 10. Now.
ALAN: Wait...I think Laurie has you scheduled 12-9, because we won't have anyone to close Photo. Let me call her back here. (BRIAN and ALAN go into one of the manager offices)
Note: Keep in mind that I'm not available past 7 PM to begin with.
BRIAN: (pulls out a piece of paper with his schedule on it, as written by LAURIE) Here's her handwritten schedule, Alan.
ALAN: (looks at schedule, sees: "Monday, 6/20: (some scribbling, some more scribbling) 10-7") I just want to make sure. (pages LAURIE)
(enter LAURIE from stage right)
LAURIE: What's up?
ALAN: Is Brian scheduled to close today?
BRIAN: Here's your schedule that you gave me, says 10-7 right on it.
LAURIE: You sure you're not looking at the wrong side?
BRIAN: Nope. See for yourself. It's your handwriting, is it not?
LAURIE: (takes paper from BRIAN and looks at the scheduling) Who scribbled that out?
BRIAN: You did, Laurie.
LAURIE: (sighs defeatedly) Ah, shit. I'll go home and then come back tonight.
ALAN: Maybe not. Brian, do you want to work 10-9 today, and work 12-7 tomorrow? (Note: I was given a scheduled day off for Tuesday.)
BRIAN: (an 11 hour shift? HAH. RIGHT.) Not really. That's an 11 hour shift. I'd rather not.
LAURIE: (defeated) All right, I'll just come back tonight to close.
(exeunt BRIAN, trying to hide a grin)
In other news, I come to find out WHY my check hasn't arrived yet. Rich forgot to put that little "Apt. 7C" on the envelope. So, it came to 45 Birch St, Kingston, NY...and with 20 buildings on the site...it got bounced back. So, it's back in the Wal-Mart in Falmouth. I'll have to bash them. It was just slightly comforting to me that it didn't get eaten by the postal system.
When I got home from work, had some dinner-like things, did a little video gaming, had some sex, and stayed up for a bit after April went to bed.
I only have 6 brackets still for SSM. 10 days left, you guys...
All righty, away I go.
