Lingering Madness

 Well, it's been a long while since I've posted anything about my real life. Some things have changed, the most important being that I've quit my two dreadful jobs and now have one, singular job. It's dreadful too, but the hours are better and it's saving me over $200 a month in fuel. 

I'm pretty much done with school for the time being. I don't know if I'll return after a while, but for now I'm reveling in the vast amount of free time I suddenly have.

Heck, that's it. My life hasn't changed all that much I guess. 

On with other news.

I've seen the new X-files movie. The mostly,  non-spoilery review follows.


So, I must recommend that everyone go see this movie now. 

Back to real life, I've been sick lately. My body hates me. I can't eat anything without getting violently ill. It's been this way since Friday afternoon. I haven't been this ill in quite some time. I was up all last night from the pain of it. I hope the worst of it is over.

So, I'm thinking of re-editing my one and only Labyrinth video. It's horrible as it is now.  So, I've converted it and will possibly be working on that in the next few weeks. Also, I'm crushing on Harry Potter again. I can't wait until The Half-Blood Prince comes out. *squee*  This means that I have HP vid ideas now. Two of them. Hopefully, my muse will accommodate my inspiration and allow me to make something that isn't craptastic.

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 So, I believe everyone is aware of the suckage of my jobs. I take care of disabled individuals and also work at Subway. Both are part-time currently, though I'm about to pick up more hours at the first job cause the latter is about to say I quit.

I am supposed to be at Subway right now. I am supposed to be working until 11pm. I am not. I am not happy about this.

It all began when I showed up to find myself scheduled with the new girl. A co-worker, on his way out the door, tells me it has been crazy all day and wishes me luck. My other co-worker, also on the way out the door, informs me that my helper today is not to make the sandwiches or run the register. 

What?

So, I call the owner and ask why I'm scheduled with somebody that isn't supposed to do anything while I have to do everything and try to get 3 hours of cleaning done in 90 minutes? She says she'll send somebody down.

Somebody comes down. Somebody gets on the phone. Somebody hands me the phone. Owner tells me to go home. I'm home.

And beyond angry.

I have not quit. I have not been fired. I do not have a job anymore.

This needs explaining.

A former co-worker was not given the new schedule, even after requesting that she be called if she were scheduled the following week. So, she didn't work that week. I call her to ask why she was not at work (we were supposed to close together). She says she wasn't told she had to work. So, she calls in, is reamed for not showing up, defends herself, is given schedule for following week. All is well until. . . owner calls her and says that it's a mistake, she's not on the schedule. Friend asks why, owner says it's not her responsibility to tell her when she works and if she doesn't want hours then she won't get them. Friend is confused as all hell, but says if you don't schedule me for this week then don't schedule me for the week after either. I go to work next day, big sign saying 'friend' quit. I tell friend, friend says fuck them. Now, repeat scenerio with me. 

I work for assholes.