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I'm angry with a guy at work.





The story goes like this: Jimmy is pushy. He insists on getting 3-4 shifts a week. He's got seniority over 3 people, so he'll push them off the schedule to get his days.

And then, he drops at least one shift every week. It's usually to me, because I have no life and I could use the money.

On Monday he called me. Told me he was 'sick'. He'd been in jail over the weekend (poor him! ). He had homework to do. He was sick!

I needed the $$, but there was a campus praise rally that I really wanted to go to. I had friends to go with, etc. I told him that I'd work for him if no one else would. He said that he'd call Jason and ask him, but that he'd already called everyone else.

So I waited for him to call Jason. I waited until 8PM, when the rally had already started. He called me and said that Jason hadn't called him back.

I never got the official call, but I went to work anyway. I knew his ploy. It had worked. Again.

So he owed me. And he knew it. He promised that he'd work this weekend for me if I wanted him too. So on Tuesday when I called and asked him to work for me on Friday, he said that he was already working, but he'd find someone to work for me. I was pleased. I had wanted to meet with my small group for a movie night. It was set up that they'd all come over to my apartment on Friday night.

So I didn't sweat it. Come Thursday night, we were really busy. I kept thinking to myself, "Yay! I get tomorrow off!" I've worked every Friday except 2 since September. Only one other person is willing to take so many weekends, and that's Lindsey, who works pretty much every day anyway.

So last night, Thursday night, I glanced at the schedule to find out who Jimmy found to fill in for me. The schedule had Darnell crossed off, and the schedule only said that Jimmy and I were working.... That in itself was a problem. Then Lindsey spoke up and said that Jimmy had gone home for the weekend.

Leaving me as the only person on the schedule. It takes at the utmost, very least, 2 people to run LateNite. 2 people who run their asses off to try to make the customers happy. 2 people who at the end of the night are ready to fall down dead. Who've been harrased by customers all night. I hate nights with 2 people. I've worked about 10 of them in my two years, and they really, really, suck.

One person is impossible.

I'm going to talk with the manager of the building today to see what should be done. I look bad, because I can't come in, and I didn't have a backup. I should've covered my own ass. I should've been more responsible. I know better than to trust Jimmy. He's done this sort of thing before. I just didn't care as much before.

I don't know who I'm more angry with; myself, or Jimmy.

And I shouldn't be so pissed at the asshole that is Jimmy. I should have the 'turn the other cheek' mentality, I should be mature, forgiving...

Forgiveness has always been a struggle with me. If you knowlingly hurt me, it stings. Few things sting for me. It takes a lot to hurt me. Physically, you have to take me by surprise to hurt me. Emotionally: You have to not care, or seem like you don't care.

So I'll wallow in self-pity until my 2PM class, then I'll run over and talk to the manager.

I've called every person who's ever worked latenite. Every person who could possibly fill in, no matter what, I've called them. Jenise, Mary, Nick, and Jimmy are out of town. Darnell, Lindsey, Ted, Patrick and Jason all have plans. I have plans too. Why am I the one that's going to be screwed over?????