Today there was a store wide meeting super early in the morning.
When I looked at my schedule during the beginning of the week, I was scheduled from 8:30 AM (for the meeting) to 7 PM. It was written that my schedule would be split with a 3 hour or so gap in between. I didn't mind that and figured that I would get studying done during those hours.
Was that how it came out to be? Nope.
I had the most fucked up schedule I've yet to work in all my jobs, and I've worked odd hours.
I ended up being scheduled for two 1 hour lunches, 3.5 hours apart, and my schedule was changed to stay til 8 PM.
When I heard that, I flipped the fuck out. I was NOT working 9.5 hours!
The managers for some odd reason kept counting my hours to be at 8, when I wrote it down for them. 8:30 to 12 was 3.5 hours. 1-4:30 is another 3.5 hours. That's already 7 hours. What in the world does it mean for me to stay another 2.5 hours?
The worst part is that I know that people who work split schedules actually get paid for an extra hour. So since my schedule was not officially split, I don't get that, AND I was suppose to work an extra hour and a half?
I normally go with the flow with the scheduling, as long as it's within limits, but I guess my "I AM NOT HAVING IT!" melt down was heard and they let me leave at 7 PM.
Still, it sucks to be at work on a Sunday for 10.5 hours.
I have NO idea what they were thinking and now I'm super duper grouchy!!!!! ARGH I HATE GROUCHY ME!!! I BLOW EVERYTHING ELSE OUT OF PROPORTION WHEN I'M GROUCHY!! AAAH!!!!
On the plus side, HP7 was awesome. Finally they include more details from books into the actual movie. =D