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I found out today that we're getting new schedules at work. The new schedules will begin on 17 January. The schedules were chosen based on an order determined by a mixture of seniority with the company and number of absences. I was number 22 out of 50-something. All the prime schedules were gone by the time I got to choose. So my Monday-Friday 7-4 shift will be replaced by a Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday shift, still working 7-4. The only way I could have worked M-F would have been to work from 10-7, which I cannot do because of daycare. I have to pick Enzo up by 6 or start paying by the minute. We'd be broke after one week of paying at least an extra $60 a day. Oh well. I'll survive, but I'm not exactly pleased with the new schedule. I've been there for almost 5 years and people who have been there less time than I have, but had less absences, got better shifts. I remember back in the day when schedules were based solely on seniority and it was understood that if you put in your time, you'd be rewarded with a better shift. So much for that. The one downside that I'll see immediately is that I'll have to work on my birthday, which I was anticipating having off and was excited that it fell on a weekend so I could have a little party or something. The other downside is that the plans I had been making to go to Houston all hinged around us all being off on Saturday, so that we could make the trip on a Friday and minimize the time taken off from work.
Enzo has been a grade-A butthead the last few days. Toddlerhood at its finest. He doesn't want to do anything. It's dinner time. "No, I don't want to eat." It's bath time. "No, I don't want a bath." It's bed time. "No, I don't want to go to bed." All he wants to do is play and drink milk. What a life. I need to be 2 again. He has no responsibilities aside from picking up his toys. He gets unlimited snuggling, because he is infinitely snugglable. He has a mom who at times seems more like a short order cook. "What does everyone want to eat? How would you like that prepared?" It's gotta be all those years I worked in food service. I'm much too worried about the presentation of the food on my toddler's plate. The other night I made a flower out of a hotdog and fries.
Other than that, there's not much exciting happening. Just been working this week, coming home, cooking, and falling asleep on my son's floor. I put that Flickr Daily Zeitgeist on my site and I've been sitting here for a while just watching it. That's how exciting my family life has been this evening. How sad is that?
Enzo has been a grade-A butthead the last few days. Toddlerhood at its finest. He doesn't want to do anything. It's dinner time. "No, I don't want to eat." It's bath time. "No, I don't want a bath." It's bed time. "No, I don't want to go to bed." All he wants to do is play and drink milk. What a life. I need to be 2 again. He has no responsibilities aside from picking up his toys. He gets unlimited snuggling, because he is infinitely snugglable. He has a mom who at times seems more like a short order cook. "What does everyone want to eat? How would you like that prepared?" It's gotta be all those years I worked in food service. I'm much too worried about the presentation of the food on my toddler's plate. The other night I made a flower out of a hotdog and fries.
Other than that, there's not much exciting happening. Just been working this week, coming home, cooking, and falling asleep on my son's floor. I put that Flickr Daily Zeitgeist on my site and I've been sitting here for a while just watching it. That's how exciting my family life has been this evening. How sad is that?
posted by carrie at 1/05/2005 06:43:00 p.m.
4 Comments:
Oh, that schedule change SUCKS! I feel for you. I used to think seniority counted, too, but after last year, I don't think so any more. Sigh.
As for the grade-A butthead, I hear ya there too. We are faced with a girl who will NOT go to the potty if you ask her, to the point of -- um -- "no return" if you know what I mean. Argh. And she has both parents trained as short-order cooks. Sigh.
I'm sorry about your work situation...seems like it just keeps getting worse over there. :(
I want to see this flower out of hot dog and fries...can you make another one and take a pic?:)
Schedule changes can really suck, but who knows maybe you will find silver lining somewhere in the mix. Hope the transition goes well and eventually you get the prime spot back.
With Enzo you can do what I did with my son. Show him a picture of himself, but tell him that was his twin brother. When he asks where his twin is now say he is gone because he did exactly what you are doing. Bwahahaha!
I would never actually do that, well maybe, but only if it were someone elses kid.
Thanks for the comments everyone.
Cheryl: I wish seniority still counted for something. It seems like in our department, they try to get rid of the people who've been around longest because they tend to be the most resistant to change. And change is the one constant in my job.
Katrina: I'll duplicate the hot dog flower for you. It's not as exciting as it sounds. Give me a couple of days. I need to go to the store to restock on hot dogs.
Jam Daddy: Telling your kid that he had a twin brother...that's horribly evil. I like it! :)
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