Last Thursday, late AM or early PM: I call in to get my schedule past that day, since it wasn't ready when I left the last time and I needed to know when I could schedule something. Manager on other end replies that my next day is Sunday the 3rd, 7-11PM. Friday comes around and I prepare to relax, secure in the knowledge that I have a nice two-day weekend ahead of me.
Today, about 3:10 PM: I'm watching videos and starting to think that nothing could possibly go wrong with this day. Then the phone rings. I recognize a manager's name on the caller ID.
Ah, frick, this can't be good.
"Hey, [Charles], did you know you're supposed to be at work?"
"Uh... no, I was told my next day was tomorrow, 7-11 PM."
"Um..... no, I'm looking at the schedule right now, it says here [Charles] from 3-8."
"All I know is, I called last Thursday morning and a manager told me I didn't have to come in until tomorrow."
"Who told you that?"
"Probably [name of a manager]."
"You should have read it yourself blah blah blah so is there any reason you can't come in today?"
"No..."
"Good, then come as soon as you can."
RAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!
I do the few short tasks I'd been putting off under the assumption I had more time to do them, change my clothes, off I go. 25 minutes from the phone call and I'm on the clock (actually it was probably more like 32, because their clocks are majorly slow). Somehow, I don't get written up, but my work gets nitpicked to death, and since I didn't really hear over the phone what my schedule would be, I didn't even know when I was off.
Oh, and I'm still on closing shift tomorrow. That part wasn't necessarily a mistake.
While I was there, I checked the now-updated schedule.
Good news: I'm off Independence day and the day after it.
Bad news: I'm off every other day through at least next Thursday too.
Today, about 3:10 PM: I'm watching videos and starting to think that nothing could possibly go wrong with this day. Then the phone rings. I recognize a manager's name on the caller ID.
Ah, frick, this can't be good.
"Hey, [Charles], did you know you're supposed to be at work?"
"Uh... no, I was told my next day was tomorrow, 7-11 PM."
"Um..... no, I'm looking at the schedule right now, it says here [Charles] from 3-8."
"All I know is, I called last Thursday morning and a manager told me I didn't have to come in until tomorrow."
"Who told you that?"
"Probably [name of a manager]."
"You should have read it yourself blah blah blah so is there any reason you can't come in today?"
"No..."
"Good, then come as soon as you can."
RAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!
I do the few short tasks I'd been putting off under the assumption I had more time to do them, change my clothes, off I go. 25 minutes from the phone call and I'm on the clock (actually it was probably more like 32, because their clocks are majorly slow). Somehow, I don't get written up, but my work gets nitpicked to death, and since I didn't really hear over the phone what my schedule would be, I didn't even know when I was off.
Oh, and I'm still on closing shift tomorrow. That part wasn't necessarily a mistake.
While I was there, I checked the now-updated schedule.
Good news: I'm off Independence day and the day after it.
Bad news: I'm off every other day through at least next Thursday too.
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