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Ok, I'm getting sick of this.

With the new cafe job (both new as in a new job for me and a new cafe-it's only been open for 12 days now.) I've been schedule for about 20 hours so far this week. Want to know how many of those I've actually been allowed to work?

Four.

The wonderful owner keeps turning my scheduled shifts into "on-call" shifts, which loses me both money and time, since I keep (why am I bothering?) leaving those hours open to actually work. And of course, the loss of income and time raises the whole stress factor, which means my artistic work is suffering. I've had a map drawn up and mostly completed for the Tiran project for days now, but I've been under enough stress that I just can't get the damn penciling on the thing done and get it inked. Same goes for the writing.

ARGH!

So, fuck it. bastard owner decides to stick me on-call today, and I'm just going to be working my ass off on my own shit. I am sick and tired of dealing with business owners who lack the stones to actually allow their employees to work.

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Yep, it's official. I'm on-call for today, instead of getting to work my regularly scheduled shift.

Bastard decided to add insult to injury by trying to get me to come in tomorrow morning. Which, of course, with no childcare (and yes, he knows about that situation) would be bloody impossible. Add in that he now wants me to be suddenly available to work thursday thru sunday in the morning, and, well, I'm about ready to kill him. God, I wish there was such a thing as justifiable homicide.

So. Much. Rage.

Ok, now to feed the girlie and then prove that I can still draw a basic map up.

Is it time for another shameless plug? I think so.....

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Proof of the marvelous scientific age we live in, roaches can now get their own robots to control.

Figures. The mecha age is upon us, and we're already giving it away to the bugs.