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Yeah, so lost in my fury last night was the fact that my work schedule next week is cut down to four days. Oh hell no. I am not playing this game again. I was at four days for a long time this summer, and even spent a month at three. I'm not doing it again. I'd rather quit and take my chances with the job market. I am this fucking close.
We are all required to work on Christmas. I flat-out fucking refuse to be around to work by then. That is the most important day of the year to my family, and when I told my mom this morning, she was pissed because this year she had it arranged so that she would not have to leave the house on Christmas.
Chances I will give my two weeks' notice today: 90%.
We are all required to work on Christmas. I flat-out fucking refuse to be around to work by then. That is the most important day of the year to my family, and when I told my mom this morning, she was pissed because this year she had it arranged so that she would not have to leave the house on Christmas.
Chances I will give my two weeks' notice today: 90%.
