I've had quite a grumpy day today. Work issues, you know. In fact everything about work in the last couple of months has absolutely pissed me off. I'll try to derail the oncoming train of just ranting for ages about it by first and foremostly apologizing for being one of those whiny bastards who always complains about work, and secondly, by disregarding all that and going ahead and complaining about work anyway.
Its happened a lot that I've turned up at work and they've said "oh you're not in today" or again like today when I breezed through the door at 10am for my shift "oh you're not in till 2" when I'm certain enough that I'd bet a limb on the fact that last time I was in she told me I was working at 10. Then there was the time a few weeks ago when my boss called me on a Sunday and basically bollocked me for not being there. I had no idea I was supposed to be in that day, and she was a total bitch about it and made me feel like shit. I did start to wonder if I am being just properly thick about it, but I've honestly never had a job I've had rota problems at all with before. They just like to change them around every fucking day and then not tell you.
Today was payday, I've done loads of hours this month over fathers day, and they've proper dramatically underpaid me and I don't know why so I'm gonna have to sort all that out and they'll probably just end up fucking me over again.
I'm on an ongoing temporary contract, (because everyone at clintons is up the stick) they wont give me more than 8/12 hours a goddamn week, yet they're advertising for more staff for a 16 hour contract. They truly are shitmongers.
Ok, so that's the end of my ranting. I'm desperately trying to claw my way out of the job, but there are no other prospects at the moment. I might get a job in a casino in September if I'm lucky at my group interview session (which I know I declared that I wouldn't go to another one ever again, but this is what clintons has driven me to) at the end of next month.
Anyway onto better things, its Wimbledon season and therefor my thighs are suitably worn down.
Ohhh Rafa, you despicably gorgeous creature!
On the other end of the wimbledon lovelies spectrum, I absoloutely cannot stomach andy murray. Goddd he's just such a fucking wankstain. Tonight I came to the conclusion that the only thing more irritating than andy murray is andy murray fans.
Right anyway that about covers it for now, my next post is my 200th, keep yer eyes peeled!
(shudder)
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