Labor day is one of the most mis-named holidays on the US calendar. It has absolutely nothing to do with giving birth (being in labor on Labor Day). And it seems to have lost most of its focus on doing hard work like the original meaning, and its union ideals. (Though recent economic problems with higher unemployment is starting to revive this meaning.) In the US, it has largely symbolized the unofficial end of summer, as it is the last 3 day weekend (Labor day itself is a bank holiday) with nice weather. School usually starts right around this time for most kids, and the weather starts to get colder shortly after. I won't go into the description of why it was chosen in September, but Wikipedia
As for me, I've been a wreck this weekend. And I mean it literally. First of all, my schedule has (this week) has virtually no free time before I hit overtime, and we know that employers really hate OT. I'll talk about my cow-orker soon. But after I got off work and had breakfast, I was on my way home. Suddenly this happened:
iPhone, meet sidewalk.
Sidewalk, meet iPho-nooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Look at that glass! Your screen is spiked!
.... [hits standby button]
Well, at least you are still functioning.
[holds power button and slides screen to power off]
Yeah, that fall, which came early (mind the pun), the phone is a mess. Amazing, the touch screen still works 100%, though readibilty leaves something to be desired. I think the plastic screen protector helped even more. But I'm treating it like it is an egg until I get my new screen in that I've ordered. Oh well.
What also messed up with me is the fact that I have a cow-orker of an ass-istant manager* (yeah you'll have to mind my puns again. I'll just say a-mgr.) Unfortunately, he's given me all the reason not to trust him, and another cow-orker helped ensure that. To start with, the same Saturday that I had crashed my iphone screen (there's another computer pun), the a-mgr doesn't show up at 6am. In fact I've tried calling a few times only to be directly put through to voicemail. (meaning his phone was off.) Now, the work week might have just started, but I had only 1 hour before I hit the magical 40 rule, and the next cow-orker shows up at 10am, which is the magical 12 rule.** No word from my boss, which I didn't expect on his day off, so I almost called in cow-orker to come in early so I can go home and get some sleep. At 7am, a-mgr finally calls in says he is on his way, and shows up at 7:14am so I can leave.
Between him and my boss, who I did leave vm messages for about the situation, they both tell me he will be in at 4:45am the next day, so I can go early at that time. It's a little frustrating, but I understand. I was hoping I can go by 4:52 so I can get my ride home. (4:45am by the way, is the 1¼ that I went over the previous day, to get me back on proper schedule.) Sure enough, he shows up, and I finish shift stuff. I do ask if I can go home, and he says "wait till 5am". I'm now quite a bit peeved here since this defeated the purpose, and I'd have to walk home on a Sunday, but I grudgedly stay till 5am, silently punch out, and left.
I guess there was an incident on Monday, because Tuesday morning, as I got off work, the cow-orker replacing me asks about something on Monday. I can't get into details with it there because it's at work, and was an ongoing investigation. But I know it wasn't something of my fault, but seems to be something of a-mgr's fault. Hmm, seems like he's had the same amount of respect the last a-mgr had, and I'll be reusing my tactics with him (virtual silent treatment). sigh.
* cow-orker is trademarked by this Druid, as well as ass-t manager for those assistant managers who are really more like asshats.
** magic 40 rule is 40 hours in a work week before overtime is paid out. Companies really hate that part, so that's why it's magic. Similar principle for the magic 12 rule except that it's a CO rule stating after 12 hours in a a 24h period is OT.