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So I work for Housing and Dining, so I know the RDs and the RAs and the DRs. I know the ADs and their boss. I know quite a bit of the gossip surrounding my hall and Hughes, and some of the Leonard stuff. I'm connected. I get it. I understand what you have to do in order to make things happen here.
Last night Janelle, my DC (desk coordinator, welcome to AU where all the acronyms in the world exist), sent out an e-mail asking us to take the 12 am to 6 am shift. Usually I would be fine doing so -- after all I would probably be up till four anyways, what's two more hours? But last night I needed to do things like laundry and pack and shit like that so I wanted to wait and see. I get on the google doc that we share for the schedule and Jannelle's online and I had forgotten what time I had agreed to take for her today and she was on the google doc too so I imed her.
This is the point where she asks me to work the aforementioned shift. I hedge, because I don't want to leave her in the cold, and say that I would if I didn't have a 10 am shift, because four hours of sleep suck. Janelle rearranges the schedule to make it so I don't have to work the 10 am shift. She calls the RD, she makes arrangements. I am now stuck in a bind and have to work this god awful shift.
So I do. I work from 12 am to 6 am. I am tired and grumpy and in an odd mood because packing drives me nuts sometimes, especially when I'm going home and there's a ton of shit to do. I leave at 6 am, head up to my room and fall asleep.
11 am, Matt, my RA, who was on summer staff and who I love dearly, the Gay One, not Matt M., knocks on my door. I think for a while before realizing that I have to open the door because I was most definitely asleep. I go to the door and Matt is like "So you have to get out by 12."
We had been told by Michelle, the person in charge of the DRs, that we had 24 hours after our last shift to get out. Last night she sent an e-mail out telling us that we had until 6 pm to get out. Both of which were fine, except I didn't read the second one properly, and so now I've just woken up from five hours of sleep and am told that I have to get out in an hour.
Me: I have no clothes to do so. I needed to do laundry last night but I had to work.
At this point I'm pissed at HD. I mean, come on. I work for you. I have spent many, many hours of overtime on you, I constantly work and you refuse to let me do my laundry and leave at a reasonable time for my 9 pm flight that I had to book so late because you said I had to work until 6? I didn't want my flight to be at 9 -- that's for sure.
So Matt has to ask Julie, the RD for my building (who is different from the Hughes RD) if I can stay because Michelle is an idiot. Julie is in a bad mood. Matt is awkward because, I mean, I'm his friend, and he understands what's going on, but rules and regulations! And I'm just sitting there being like "Like I need more of a reason to leave HD."
So I'm thinking of leaving. I've been thinking of this for a while, but at the moment I'm pissed at them for being so stupid. I work for them, god damnit, and they won't cut me a little slack?
I got a little slack, I got to do my laundry, it was great. -.- Now its almost 2 and I have 7 hours until my flight but I have to get out of the building so what should I do...
Last night Janelle, my DC (desk coordinator, welcome to AU where all the acronyms in the world exist), sent out an e-mail asking us to take the 12 am to 6 am shift. Usually I would be fine doing so -- after all I would probably be up till four anyways, what's two more hours? But last night I needed to do things like laundry and pack and shit like that so I wanted to wait and see. I get on the google doc that we share for the schedule and Jannelle's online and I had forgotten what time I had agreed to take for her today and she was on the google doc too so I imed her.
This is the point where she asks me to work the aforementioned shift. I hedge, because I don't want to leave her in the cold, and say that I would if I didn't have a 10 am shift, because four hours of sleep suck. Janelle rearranges the schedule to make it so I don't have to work the 10 am shift. She calls the RD, she makes arrangements. I am now stuck in a bind and have to work this god awful shift.
So I do. I work from 12 am to 6 am. I am tired and grumpy and in an odd mood because packing drives me nuts sometimes, especially when I'm going home and there's a ton of shit to do. I leave at 6 am, head up to my room and fall asleep.
11 am, Matt, my RA, who was on summer staff and who I love dearly, the Gay One, not Matt M., knocks on my door. I think for a while before realizing that I have to open the door because I was most definitely asleep. I go to the door and Matt is like "So you have to get out by 12."
We had been told by Michelle, the person in charge of the DRs, that we had 24 hours after our last shift to get out. Last night she sent an e-mail out telling us that we had until 6 pm to get out. Both of which were fine, except I didn't read the second one properly, and so now I've just woken up from five hours of sleep and am told that I have to get out in an hour.
Me: I have no clothes to do so. I needed to do laundry last night but I had to work.
At this point I'm pissed at HD. I mean, come on. I work for you. I have spent many, many hours of overtime on you, I constantly work and you refuse to let me do my laundry and leave at a reasonable time for my 9 pm flight that I had to book so late because you said I had to work until 6? I didn't want my flight to be at 9 -- that's for sure.
So Matt has to ask Julie, the RD for my building (who is different from the Hughes RD) if I can stay because Michelle is an idiot. Julie is in a bad mood. Matt is awkward because, I mean, I'm his friend, and he understands what's going on, but rules and regulations! And I'm just sitting there being like "Like I need more of a reason to leave HD."
So I'm thinking of leaving. I've been thinking of this for a while, but at the moment I'm pissed at them for being so stupid. I work for them, god damnit, and they won't cut me a little slack?
I got a little slack, I got to do my laundry, it was great. -.- Now its almost 2 and I have 7 hours until my flight but I have to get out of the building so what should I do...
