Hump day?....
It's Wednesday. Wednesday is hump day. It's the middle of the week. It's uphill to here, downhill from here. Right?
Unless you do my job.
Rumours started up around teabreak that the boss was asking for overtime. (Bear in mind I already do 4+ hours a week overtime NORMALLY when we're not busy.)
And some people are lazy fuckwits (one hasn't been in work for 2 weeks, one turned up at 2pm today, but as she's useless and surfs Facebook all day anyway, it made little difference.) And some people have plans for the Bank Holiday weekend that aren't JUST staying in bed all day.
And yeah, I'm working the weekend. And probably the one after. And the one after that, and quite likely, the one after that too. With no days off. Saturday I have already promised to do my other job (tour guiding - but not leading a tour, instead showing a guy around who's writing a book on the building, and taking him and his photographer around the building all afternoon) but Sunday and Monday I'm going to work. Going to have to enter into negotiations about pay for the Monday, given we get paid Bank Holidays anyway.
I spent yesterday afternoon on so many painkillers that my face and elbows went numb.
I love my job, but sometimes it's hard to see why when all it brings is stress and pain and injuries. I've got cuts on my hands that I have no idea where they came from, my skin's fucked, our workshop is so hot in the afternoons we all stink.
At least the Boss doesn't do it in a clueless way. He said he knows everyone's knackered, he's knackered too. The four of us who've been in alone for the past 2 weeks have worked like dogs, and now we're being asked to work a bit harder for a bit longer.
We better get a break before we have to do the job for Dover or we'll all be on the floor.
Unless you do my job.
Rumours started up around teabreak that the boss was asking for overtime. (Bear in mind I already do 4+ hours a week overtime NORMALLY when we're not busy.)
And some people are lazy fuckwits (one hasn't been in work for 2 weeks, one turned up at 2pm today, but as she's useless and surfs Facebook all day anyway, it made little difference.) And some people have plans for the Bank Holiday weekend that aren't JUST staying in bed all day.
And yeah, I'm working the weekend. And probably the one after. And the one after that, and quite likely, the one after that too. With no days off. Saturday I have already promised to do my other job (tour guiding - but not leading a tour, instead showing a guy around who's writing a book on the building, and taking him and his photographer around the building all afternoon) but Sunday and Monday I'm going to work. Going to have to enter into negotiations about pay for the Monday, given we get paid Bank Holidays anyway.
I spent yesterday afternoon on so many painkillers that my face and elbows went numb.
I love my job, but sometimes it's hard to see why when all it brings is stress and pain and injuries. I've got cuts on my hands that I have no idea where they came from, my skin's fucked, our workshop is so hot in the afternoons we all stink.
At least the Boss doesn't do it in a clueless way. He said he knows everyone's knackered, he's knackered too. The four of us who've been in alone for the past 2 weeks have worked like dogs, and now we're being asked to work a bit harder for a bit longer.
We better get a break before we have to do the job for Dover or we'll all be on the floor.