Livid...

I am so freaking mad at my job right now! Argh, I could spit!

So I'm supposed to be on day shifts now. I was told that I was only going to be scheduled for day shifts from now on...

I get to work tonight to find out that they have fired 2 of the overnight girls and I'm now scheduled for a 12 hour shift on Wednesday and an overnight shift on Friday. /boggle /flare

Not going to happen. They can't just change my schedule on a moment's notice without even asking me if I'm able to work those shifts. It's rude! I have a life outside of work too.

Well not only that, but the schedule that was posted over a week ago, that showed me working day shifts only, now shows me working 5 day shifts AND 5 overnight shifts...

I am not playing this game!

I wrote a letter to my boss at work tonight telling her that I will not work anymore night shifts. I told her that I am especially not working overnights AND days, going back and forth like that is not healthy. On top of all this, anticipating that I would only be working days from now on, my BF took a job working in the evenings and we only have one car.

So I know what will happen here. They'll tell me that it's policy that the schedule can change w/o notice at any time and that I have to find my own coverage for the shifts I can't work and blah blah blah... and I'll have no choice but to call out. So I'll end up fired or just broke as hell.

Time to get the classified ads and look for a new job...

Books!!

Anyone who knows me, knows about my love for books. In fact, love is too weak of a word... a fiery undying passion is more like it. When I was three years old my Gramma set me on her knee and proceeded to teach me the words in Goldilocks and the Three Bears. That was the spark that started the fiery passion. Trips to the thrift store or garage sales when I was a kid would always result in me begging for pocket change so I could buy a stack of books. To this day I will still stop by with my spare change to see what ink and binding treasure I can find.

As an adult I find all the time I can to read. Lately my most favorite reading time has been while waiting at the laundromat. It's at least 2 hours of uninterrupted (well except to change the clothes from the washer to the dryer) quiet time. I also read when I eat meals alone, in the loo (which drives my other half nuts), and sometimes I will just park in a quiet place, roll down my windows and just read.

What I choose to read and when all revolves around my mood. Sometimes I just can't get enough of the effortless escapism that comes with chick-lit. Other times I really want to immerse myself and learn something so I'll grab for that non-fiction item. On a day when it's raining, nothing satisfies me more than a good mystery. And I will at least attempt to read just about anything.

My tastes have changed since I was three, although I'm still a sucker for a good fairy tale. When you mention to people you like to read, the standard conversational questions are, "What do you like to read" and "Who're some of your favorite authors." I have answers for these questions, but you had better have a good solid hour to hear some of them.

Without books I would be lost. Mentally I would starve to death. It's the only thing in my life that remains constant. Through all the changes, upheavals, break-ups and new love, I have always had and will always have books.

Amy

PS - I've added my Shelfari at the bottom of my blog so you can see what I like to read. :)

So, a blog...

I've tried this blogging thing on for size so many times before. And just like that dress you adore on the hanger, when you try it on it always seems too tight or loose, too long or short, the wrong color or the wrong cut. Struggle as you may, standing alone in your underwear in the dressing room, you just can't get that beloved dress to fit. Back on the hanger it goes, back to the rack. You think about it for a few days, weeks until it's just a passing memory.

As goes the blog.

I am going to make a first-rate effort this time to fashion this into what I want it to be. Dressing room be damned, I'm taking it to the tailor!

So heads up! Comfort and consolation, silliness and anger and just general opinion. All are forthcoming...

Consider yourself warned!

Amy