Scheduling (also known as the Big Brain) denied my day off request…again.
Scheduling. A big throbbing, slime-covered brain powered by employee tears that resides in ABC company’s basement. The more day off requests it denies, the bigger it’s bulbous body gets.
At least that’s how I imagine scheduling. A human can’t be the reason why I couldn’t go to Las Vegas over New Years to see Robin Thicke sing his rapey summer hit. A living, breathing, thinking thing couldn’t deny a scheduled three months in advanced pitiful two days off so I could sing like a wild banshee in heat on a girl’s road trip to nowhere in particular. Only a monster would grey out Every. Single. Friday and Saturday for the upcoming year as early as January.
I have to work a mandatory Saturday even though I changed my schedule to be rid of horrid Saturdays at…barf…work. Thank…
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