Every Day Is Exactly The Same

I know I have sung this song a million times before, but I'm going to run through it again.

There is no such thing as communication in my work place. I didn't feel real great this weekend (and no, the Duke loss to Carolina had nothing to do with it AND it was NOT a flagrant foul thank you very much--EDIT: OKAY, SO MAYBE IT WAS FLAGRANT, IT JUST WASN'T INTENTIONAL). I tried to get to bed early, but I know I didn't fall asleep till around 11 pm. I got up around 5:15 to be sure and get to work on time for the lamest two hours of my life, aka. the managers meeting.

I get to the store a tad late, around 6:57 and there is no one inside the store, but there is atleast one other person who doesn't have keys sitting in their car in the parking lot. A minute or so later, fearless leader arrives. Myself and the music manager get out of our cars and go towards the door. As I'm getting nearer to leader guy, he's giving me the "what are you doing here" look. Which, should really be named the "once again I forgot to tell people we aren't having a meeting" look.

I said, "So, I guess we aren't having a meeting today?"

Him, "Didn't you look at your schedule?"

OKAY! I have to pause for a second.

First: My schedule never changes. Even when I'm on vacation, my schedule is written the same. This sort of explains why I usually don't get paid for my vacation until I point out how someone once again fucked it up. There is no reason for me to look at my schedule.

Second: This is MY fault?! I'm sorry. Last time I checked, in theory, we are supposed to have meetings every week. The major exception is during the holiday season. If we weren't having a meeting would it have been that difficult to tell us at the end of last week's meeting?

I go inside, mad as hell. About 40 steps in, I decide I'm going to go home and go back to bed. We were supposed to be getting a large delivery and my time would be better spent working my normal shift. I tell "him" this and go in back to leave a note for Jinn. As I'm heading out, "he" lets me out the door and says, "I checked the schedule and you were written down for 7 am."

(THAT'S RIGHT YOU WANKER!!!! EVEN WITHOUT LOOKING AT MY SCHEDULE I'M STILL CORRECT!!!!) Apparently, he'd given a manager's schedule to the person who writes everyone else's schedule and she had not noted the difference. So, basically, he's shifting the blame onto another person.

Here's the rub. He's never written my schedule. He writes the schedules for all the key holding managers. I'm not sure about music and cafe. Suddenly, last month, my name appears on his master list and I got a copy of it. This month I got no copy of his schedule so I'm assuming it was a fluke. In theory, the assistant manager who is doing scheduling "writes" my schedule even though all they do is copy and paste it because IT NEVER CHANGES. And, when it does change, it never gets written correctly and I end up having to fix it myself.

Long story long, I went home and slept for a couple hours. Ate some cereal before leaving the house because it was pretty much my lunch time at this point and ended up at work 10 minutes late. Although, I think the ten minutes I wasted this morning makes up for it (this of course doesn't cover the hour wasted in drive time back and forth this a.m.).

WATCH IT:

Robin Hood (BBC America) The story has been jazzed up a bit for a modern audience and the editing got a little artsy craftsy for my taste, but I still enjoyed the premiere episode a ton.

LISTEN TO IT:

NIN-Every Day Is Exactly The Same (duh)

READ IT:

Look At My Striped Shirt: Confessions Of The People You Love To Hate by The Phat Phree

A collection of pseudo essays/diary type entries "written" by the annoying people that exsist in this world. My faves included "We're Just Like Sex and the City," "Being A Cop Makes Me Important," "I Have A Request, Mr. DJ," "My Eighth-Grade Dance: An Open Apology," and my absolute fave "The World Is My Phone Booth!" The ones that came closest to being me were "I Have A Request, Mr. DJ" which pretty much argued that some classic rocks songs should never be played again, "I Have Amazing Taste In Music, " though I think my love for a couple of Madonna cd's rules me out of being that much of a music snob, and "Read My Blog!!," though I'm hoping I don't sound like a lame high schooler and I prefer to actually write out words most of the time.

Speaking of blogging, our CEO name dropped in one of his comment replies the other day. He mentioned he'd met Eddie Vedder a couple of months ago. Oh, and he "only gets to go to London once or twice a year on business." Yeah, sounds like a rough life. How's that stock fraud investigation going by the way?