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So on Thursday I go to pick up my paycheck, and the lady who works in the cage who is all butt-hurt about the schedule changing for my school schedule ('cause God forbid she has to work on a weekend, boo hoo), is asking me if I know about classes yet. At the time, I didn't, and I told her so, and she said she needed to know soon, because one of her relatives was opening a bar, and she was going to moonlight there on the weekends or something like that. Bitching about having to work weekends, then finding another job - to work weekends. Then she says, "I'm tired of this last minute bullshit," to which I replied I was tired of it, too.

What happened is I made the mistake of saying that I might not be able to make it into the College of Education, and therefore might not be able to register for classes, allowing us to not have to change the schedule at work. I should never have said that, and just let everyone think that was the plan (which it still is, now...).

A little confusing, yes...but I got things figured out for my portfolio and school stuff, and on Tuesday I'm meeting with a few teachers to get some signatures and character references. As soon as I finish that, I take it to the College of Ed, get signed in, and am able to register for classes.

So I'm at work this morning, putting my vest on and putting the rest of my stuff in my locker, when the bartender comes in and asks how school things are going (because pretty much everyone at work knew my situation), and I tell her that I think it's all going to work out, so we'll go ahead and go on with the schedule change, as planned. She asked how that was going to work, and I said I felt bad for Tammy, the other girl who works in the cage, because she won't get two days off in a row, which sucks, and that the woman in the cage was upset because she was going to have to start working weekends now. And then the bartender starts saying things like, "Well, you have to understand why she's upset, because she was hired before you." I don't care that she was hired before me, because she wasn't hired to work THOSE specific hours, Monday through Friday, 7:30am to 3:30pm. She's so lucky that she got to work those hours in the first place, especially in the gaming industry!

I told the bartender that I was going to college to further my career, my life. This is something important, and it needs to be done. And she replies, "It sounds like you're just saying, 'Me, me, me,' when you talk about this. What about the other people who were hired before you? This is their job!"

Yeah, but this isn't their career. If you're 30some years old and working for $9 an hour, and measely tips because you're a jerk an no one likes you or wants to tip you, that's not my fault. I'm going to school so that I don't have to be working at $9/hour for the rest of my life. And If that involves some measley schedule changes at work, so be it.

You can tell the woman in the cage goes and hangs out at the bar after work and has been talking to the bartender, which is why she was so defensive towards the other people in the cage.

Yeah, it sucks. But it's not like it's the perfect schedule for me, either. I'll be working 7.5 hours on Friday nights, 9.5 hours Saturdays, 10.5 hours Sundays, and 6.5 hours on Mondays. Does that make any kind of sense? No, it's stupid. I have two nights where I'll be working until 12:30am, and then have to get up and go to school at 8am. On Mondays, I'll be at school from 8am to 3pm, and then show up to work at 4pm and work the rest of the night. The schedule sucks for me, too.

So she can sit on it and rotate. Or quit. Or bitch about it. I don't care. But I'm going to school for a reason, and that reason is NOT to end up like her; white trash, hanging out at the bar after work, biker boyfriend, divorced, working for $9/hour. I'm doing something with my life.

Grr.