*FUCKING OBSCENITY ALERT*

I know that I had made several posts about getting the Assistant Manager at my place of employment. I had been told that both our covering store manager and our Division Manager both wanted me for the position and were just waiting for the higher ups to approve their request for our store to have an Assistant Manager. There seemed to be no question that as long as they approved it that I would get the position.

I hadn't heard anything about it in about a week and a half so I had every intention of bringing up the topic with my manager again. He was pulling away as i got there. He waved. I waved back. I figured that I'd either call him when I got a slower period on my shift or talk with him tomorrow. Can you just fuckin' imagine the level of shock that registered when I saw that my coworker whom I relieve with "Assistant Manager" added to her nametag?????????????? My jaw dropped so low that I could have felated myself had I felt so inclined.

I started shaking. PIssed?? Fuck yeah! For 15 months I've heard nothing but how great I am. I got that 50 cent/hour unscheduled raise which is pretty huge considering that scheduled raises are usually only 10 cents maximum. They promised me.

And the REEEEAAAAAAAAAAL kicker is that *I* was the one that talked with our previous manager and our new covering store manager to hire her. i kept pushing because I needed at least one person there that I know works as hard as I do.

I was having an anxiety attack. If I'd had any job leads I would have walked out the door. I still wanted to....but knew that I couldn't. I am all about responsibility. Anyone who has talked with me since I got this job would fully understand that. I've pulled doubles because someone else didn't feel like coming in. I traded shifts to shifts I didn't want to work to help coworkers out. I nearly got myself fired sticking up for 3 of my coworkers when we lost our first store manager and I realized that our then District Manager was trying to screw people over so they'd get fired or quit. I've been doing double duty at the store alone trying to take care of not only my work but all of the stuff that the new third shift worker won't bother doing. Because of my sense of responsibility I knew that I can't just walk out.

I am sure that some people won't understand my getting this bent out of shape over a job. But I work my ass off and the way it has played out was very hurtful. I called the manager and right off the bat he asked how pissed I was. I didn't answer. He said that I had every right to be angry with him and hate his guts. I really don't...I just don't know how the fuck this happened.

Yes...it's just a job. But I need more money. Who doesn't? And you know what, in a sick way I am happy for my coworker. I've felt like she was a sister to me since she first worked at the store (she left due to the food manager that used to be here) and that's why I worked hard at getting her hired there. It's my own fault. I must accept responsibility for all of my actions. Fuck.

This entry has been brought to you by 4 bottles of beer in the 10 minutes that it took me to write it. Fuck!

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If you recall...I was given the 50cent per hour raise at work for all of the third shifts I got stuck working because someone didn't come into work. Well I got a permanent raise out of that. It happened again Monday night into yesterday morning but there were some more immediate benefits to it...

Let me start by saying that my only worry about working second through third shift is that it always happens when I have to work second shift again. I wouldn't get home until, at the earliest, 9:30am. And I have to be on the train (to catch the bus to work) at 11:30am. So that would be less than two hours sleep depending on how quickly I feel asleep and giving me 20 minutes to get ready for work. But luckily when I got home I called Erica at work and she told me that the person that was supposed to be there on third shift overnight would come in and work my second shift!

So... here it goes: I tried calling the third shifter on her cell and then her house phone a few times each. Same result..nothing. So I called our covering store manager and told him that I'd stay but that I am not sure when I could make it there for my second shift the following day. He said that he would work hard on getting someone else to work but he couldn't guarantee it. That's the downside of having to work that. Granted...if it happens in a couple months again I will have a new car and live only 10-15 minutes from the store so I could still get plenty of sleep and work my shift as well. So that preys on the back of one's mind as they go to through the third shift.

At the beginning of the third shift I did all of the outside trash and refilled all of the printer paper at the pumps. These are two things that the new third shift worker has outright declared that she wouldn't do. And I am sick of hundreds of customers coming in for me to print out receipts that didn't print at the pump as it takes up a whole lot more time, they complain incessantly about it as if I could do something about it and it's the result of someone deciding that they don't have to do their job.

So I got those taken care of and I prepared 11 packages of hot dog buns for our hotdogs that we sell on the roller grill. I took out all of the inside trash. I was done everything I needed to do...that couldn't be done until later such as make all the coffee for coffee rush and put stuff on the grill for the breakfast crowd.

So I watched a movie on something that was a gift to myself. I've worked so hard and felt that I should put out money one thing for myself that may also help me through work. I bought a refurbished white SLIM Sony PSP with Darth Vader on the back and a couple more movies as I already owned three movies on UMD for it. I watched the UMD version of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. I looove that movie.

My first shift reliever was late and I didn't get out until 8am. So I worked 18 hours from before 2pm Monday until just after 8am on Tuesday. After I found out that I wouldn't have to work second shift I finally ate something and passed out.

I woke up to find that the Flyers game 7 of the first round playoff series was on. Chad and I went to the bar since he was off of work, for the third period and we were pretty well lit when the Flyers won in overtime. I wanted to go to the bar for the atmosphere of more people celebrating a winning goal. And thankfully it was a winning goal for us. It was amazing! That wouldn't have happened had I worked my scheduled second shift.

Oh yeah...I get paid an extra 50cents/hour differential for working third shift which puts me up to $10.35/hour. PLUS...at least two of the hours will be overtime and the OT will be based upon that $10.35 which brings it up to $15.175/hour which is a pretty sweet deal.

So that made it more beneficial.

And to top that off....I got my check for my car!!!

They'd told me that once I sent the key and title in that they would call me to tell me when to expect one of their couriers to personally drop off a check and have me sign a paper stating that I did, in fact, receive the check. So I was awaiting a call from them since I dropped the key and the title in the mail last Wednesday morning. But there was an envelope here with State Farm on it. I thought that it may just tell me when someone will be here to drop off my check. But lo-and-behold. It was the check itself! Another $1.964 to put into my savings account. Then will be Chad's income tax return of almost $1,400 and then the roughly $100 cash to pay me back for the rent I'd paid in his place months ago. And I'll be ready for a new car!

So except for thinking that I may need to go back in for second shift yesterday it all worked out pretty well.

Here's to things that work out well!

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