So I haven’t really had the time today to think of anything I wanted to write, much less actually write it down…

It was a pretty uneventful day at work, which is a good thing. RePete is still sick, although no longer running a fever, and I think I may be catching something from her. I felt under the weather all day, very hot and wanting to barf. Of course as far as I am concerned (and the other district managers) the new health rule don’t apply for us and if I can get my ass out of bed I have to be at work. That will work until a health inspector catches one of us at work and then the shit will hit the fan.

I am still pretty much butting heads with my most experienced manager and it seems to get worse every week. He will make changes to the schedule but not actually change the damn thing on the wall itself so I have no clue he’s made changes. He is scheduling people for shit like seventeen hour shifts on his day off and then acts surprised when they hang me.

He was going to leave me without a cook this afternoon and have his favorite guy cooking the day shift, expecting me to work a double shift in his store. I caught wind of it and called him yesterday to let him know he had to get it covered before he took his day off. He half-assed covered it. I still got hung and had to call someone else in. Then he leaves me two frigging bank deposits from Saturday and Sunday to make. If I stole the damn things they would take them out of HIS check. Yeah, I am sure they would do lie detector tests and I would end up in jail but the money would be his responsibility because we bank daily. Not only that but there are personal loans out of his safe that he’s making to his employees and that’s a no-no. I think that next week if there are any I will have to write him up and charge him for them. He is next in line for a promotion and that kind of crap is no way to get it done. See, I have a deal with the bank. I don’t make loans, they don’t make waffles. I guess he missed that class…

Enough ranting. It’s late and I need to hit the sack.

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