So an old pal of mine is down from the far-flung land of Manchester from tonight for a few days, so we're all going raving on Saturday, got a huge fucking turnout lined up, party supplies purchased and prepared, an empty flat we can descend upon afterwards for further indulgence until the evening and then sleep. And I have to work.
It's not all gloom, I'm still going raving, but I knew weeks ago they'd give me the sodding night shifts this weekend, which they duly did. I was down for tomorrow through till Monday, all night shifts. I managed to get the guy working the days on sat and sun to agree to swap, then realised I'd got myself on friday night and saturday morning, a 24 hour shift. Phoned him back and managed to swap tomorrow for tonight, then all I had to do was call the 3rd lad working here and get him to agree to take Sunday's day shift.
So far he's given me 3 different stories in 3 different conversations as to why he can't. Seems he will be in M*lt*n K*yn*s (cunts) whil,e simultaneously being in both Kent and the Isle of Wight. Good effort fella.
Now at the end of the day, if you can't do me a favour, you can't do it, that's not an issue. If you don't want to do it, just say so - on this occassion I would have offered to take on 3 of his shifts in exchange for this 1 of mine - but if you don't want to and are then going to take me for a mug by bullshitting me over it, then fuck you. There are only 3 of us on this job, it's 12 hour shifts and management have told us the schedule is a "suggested rota", we can work whatever hours on whatever days we want between us, so long as there is one of us here on each of the 9 weekly shifts. "Sort it between yourselves and let us know of any changes you decide on" they tell us.
The first fella, Rob is cool as fuck on this front. He lives in the same area as me and suggested when we do the weekends between us, the friday nighter works a 13 hour shift so we can do 7am starts instead of 6 to at the weekends to make it a 40 minute train journey instead of 90 minutes on 3 buses. He's told me to call him anytime I want to change the shcedule, I've told him the same, we're both just interested in making life easier for all 3 of us.
The second fella, Tom, on the other hand lives 10 minutes walk away, drives and point blank refuses to deviate from the schedule one single bit. To the point that when Rob or I take over from him of a morning, arriving 10-15 minutes early, he leaves when whichever one of us shows up, same with Rob - when the relief arrives you're on your way. Taking over from Tom however, he makes a hell of a fucking scene if you try to leave before 6, knowing it leaves us with 10 minutes to do a 13 minute walk to get to the train station in time, or wait half hour for the next one.
Knew there had to be a downside to this job, and I think I just found it. An ageing Scottish cunt who likes to make life needlessly difficult.
Man, fuck Tom.
It's not all gloom, I'm still going raving, but I knew weeks ago they'd give me the sodding night shifts this weekend, which they duly did. I was down for tomorrow through till Monday, all night shifts. I managed to get the guy working the days on sat and sun to agree to swap, then realised I'd got myself on friday night and saturday morning, a 24 hour shift. Phoned him back and managed to swap tomorrow for tonight, then all I had to do was call the 3rd lad working here and get him to agree to take Sunday's day shift.
So far he's given me 3 different stories in 3 different conversations as to why he can't. Seems he will be in M*lt*n K*yn*s (cunts) whil,e simultaneously being in both Kent and the Isle of Wight. Good effort fella.
Now at the end of the day, if you can't do me a favour, you can't do it, that's not an issue. If you don't want to do it, just say so - on this occassion I would have offered to take on 3 of his shifts in exchange for this 1 of mine - but if you don't want to and are then going to take me for a mug by bullshitting me over it, then fuck you. There are only 3 of us on this job, it's 12 hour shifts and management have told us the schedule is a "suggested rota", we can work whatever hours on whatever days we want between us, so long as there is one of us here on each of the 9 weekly shifts. "Sort it between yourselves and let us know of any changes you decide on" they tell us.
The first fella, Rob is cool as fuck on this front. He lives in the same area as me and suggested when we do the weekends between us, the friday nighter works a 13 hour shift so we can do 7am starts instead of 6 to at the weekends to make it a 40 minute train journey instead of 90 minutes on 3 buses. He's told me to call him anytime I want to change the shcedule, I've told him the same, we're both just interested in making life easier for all 3 of us.
The second fella, Tom, on the other hand lives 10 minutes walk away, drives and point blank refuses to deviate from the schedule one single bit. To the point that when Rob or I take over from him of a morning, arriving 10-15 minutes early, he leaves when whichever one of us shows up, same with Rob - when the relief arrives you're on your way. Taking over from Tom however, he makes a hell of a fucking scene if you try to leave before 6, knowing it leaves us with 10 minutes to do a 13 minute walk to get to the train station in time, or wait half hour for the next one.
Knew there had to be a downside to this job, and I think I just found it. An ageing Scottish cunt who likes to make life needlessly difficult.
Man, fuck Tom.
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