April 23rd 2015

April 23^rd 2015: This is different. Mr. Ass put me down for 11:15 to 9:15 because I worked 15 hours for that wedding Saturday. As I have said in the past he is VERY serious about that 25 hour limit. We are still short and he is calling for volunteers for something going on Tuesday. 12 volunteers for Tuesday. I am not working it because I can't work it. After this Saturday’s wedding, and Thursday, I will be booked hours wise. He will try to guilt trip me into it. It won't work but he will try.

I come in here at 11:15 and (redacted) is already in a bad mood saying “you’re late”, I told her to look at the schedule. Mismanagement put me down to do reliefs. (Redacted), my first relief was cool with it. I do not have anyone to get at 1PM so it’s no big deal. Still make sure to add this to the list of retarded shit Mismanagement has done. After my 30-minute lunch break I only had to relieve (redacted) for her 20-minute break. (Redacted), the new guy, was MIA so I skipped him entirely. Mismanagement was leading, or I suppose I should say Misleading him, during his orientation. After my hour break I took over for R.J. up on 3^rd Floor. I’ll be here for the rest of the night. Which is quite alright as long as the 3G holds up.

Uncle Tom finally got around to putting new vending machines in the break room. Now we can use our credit cards meaning the machines have joined the 21^st-fucking-century. The drink machine even has Monster energy drinks in them. It’s not completely perfect though, the snack machine has some new options, like tuna fish snacks… That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen…

Speaking of lawsuits it’s nice to see the fucker actually do something useful other than be involved in bullshit secret meetings.