Current mood:

sad

It's Official: Today Sucks

I got a bomb of a 45-day review dropped on me today. In the middle of my shift, I was told to go upstairs for an evaluation I did not even know was coming. I got 3's "Satisfactory" out of 5 for most things, but Jane, who hates me, nitpicked every technical thing she could, like my "excessive" voids, to make it sound much worse. I think they (Jane, Brenda, Lori) wanted to rate me lower, but probably felt they couldn't get away with it, esp with relatively good words coming from Dee, Sheila, Peter, and Jackie.
Too bad the people that hate me make the schedule, and, after posting 17 weekly hours of work for me in Thursday's original schedule posting, have cut me back to 13.
I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. My natural inclination is like that of Lisa Simpson in the ep where Springfield's teachers go on strike and she goes through grading withdrawal: "Grade me...look at me...evaluate and rank me! Oh, I'm good, good, good, and oh so smart!"
But this place continues to assume that its employees are all children or thieves, and in either case, not to be trusted. They are to be obeyed. I am to be silent, not note the hardships of not being able to have a drink of water, go to the bathroom, or eat for 3.5 hours when they insist on giving you a break 75 minutes into a 5-hour shift.
So, getting upset seems pretty ridiculous.
But cutting my hours only prolongs our interaction. I'd love to tell them to counterintuitively sched me for more hours if they hate me, cuz then I'll be out of their hair sooner. But I don't know that they won't fire me on the spot.
And I am so damn close. (545 hours worked this year. 55 more needed. But it could take a month at this rate!)
The pathetic thing is, even if I only get two weeks of EI before becoming a student, it'll be more money than if I worked at Zehrs. That's how much less they pay me and how many fewer hours/week they give me compared to H&R: Getting **55%** of my avg weekly earnings for the past 26 weeks will pay more than getting 100% of my avg weekly earning there!

On the serious note abt Realities That Actually Matter, after my shift at Zehrs, I discovered that today truly is a hard day because J's paternal grandmother, Lois McG, died this morning.
I met her at Christmas 2002, and I liked her right away. She was telling all who would listen about how the docs had only given her 6 months to live after her diagnosis of liver cancer. But she was having none of it. Piss-and-vinegar insistence that she wasn't ready to go, TYVM. She lived for 3.5 years past the diagnosis.
RIP.

We'll be gone out east from tomorrow morn until Wed afternoon.