Scheduling Is FUN.

Originally I was scheduled to work 1-9:30 on Thursday, with Wednesday and Friday off. This kinda bugged me, so I asked around, and K was willing to switch her Friday for my Thursday, so I took her 1-9:30 on Friday and had Wednesday and Thursday off.

W called me last night to ask if I'd switch with her so she wouldn't have to close. I accepted, and my schedule was changed from 1-9:30 to 4-12:30.

This morning, I get multiple calls: first, my manager calls to ask if I can cover a shift next week for a worker at another store who was in a car accident.

First off, this is...kind of really sad and scary. The worker in question is a good kid, 16 years old, was t-boned by a truck a couple of nights ago. I've heard both pick-up truck and semi, not sure which one. His organs are fine, he's reacting to pain, but his brain has swelling and they've put him in a coma to avoid the pain from it. He'll probably live, but they don't know the full extent of the brain damage. :(

Also, another worker from the same store who was due to give birth in January went into labor on the same night. Both mama and baby are fine.

So, anyway...manager calls me, I take 5:30-11:30 next Friday, which I originally had off. Not long after that, D calls and asks if I can take her 7-3 shift on Monday and she'll take my 11-7 shift, since she has something going on Sunday night and didn't want to work really early. I grudgingly took it because she's awesome and was desperate.

After I hung up, I told Ryan what was up, and he said "Wait, don't you close Sunday night?" I check, and I was...except E had asked me earlier this week if I could switch her, so I took her 11-7:30. Dodged a bullet there.

My manager called again around 1, asking if I'd be willing to come in at 3:30 instead of 4, because R was leaving then and it would just be two people for the after-school rush (which can get pretty intense).

During my shift tonight, I tried to see if someone else would be able to take the early Monday shift, without screwing D or myself over for hours since everyone's kinda suffering in that department right now. It looks like L could do it, then D texts me to say that her Sunday thing fell through and never mind about Monday.

So, since the beginning of this week, I have had my hours for five different days change eight times. And I worked nine hours today. And, even with the extra 6.5 hours over these two weeks, I'll only be getting a grand total of 1.5 hours of overtime on my next paycheck, my hours are that low.

I...go sleep now.