Work pissed me off

Title should be enough for people uninterested to not read this one, but work seriously pissed me off today.

At the end of my last shift (Monday, I believe) my manager asked me what shifts I could do this week - I said "I'll do half a shift on Wednesday". Fair enough. So I planned my week around that.

I got up at 6am Wednesday morning, a bit early, but I didn't want to go back to sleep as I was taking her to the farm to get Abbadon's (her horse's) feet cleaned/trimmed/whatever. So I stayed up. The day went by as any normal day and I text everyone nice and early for a game of footie, to which I got a few replies. Good.

It took us a good fucking few hours to get sorted, but no worries. We went to a football pitch around the corner from Big Phil's and had a good kick-about in the rain. Towards the end after playing heads and vols I decided to do a few kick-ups. Bad idea. The ball got away from me so I stretched out for it with my right foot and my left knee just crumbled below me.

It's an injury I've had since my Junior school days. Basically, everybody's legs bend backwards, well sometimes my knee decides it likes to go the other way. This results in mass pain. It became tolerable in my later school years because I played that much and it happened that much that I'd end up limping around for about 5 monutes then it'd be fine. Unfortunately, I haven't played football since I left school, really, so when it happened this time, it happened bad.

I was a cripple on the fucking floor for a good few minutes, not moving from the spot due to the masses of pain. They all laughed at me as you'd expect. Other people might have been concerned, but whatever. I know I did here at least one "are you alright?". It's fucking painful, man. Anyway, I was back up in about 10 minutes, but I can still feel it now - a good 30+ hours and a long 12 hour sleep afterward.

Fast forward to the end, I took Moad home last, because he's furthest away. We sat and chatted for a bit then I went home realising it was a tad late. I came in, got changed, went out to work, went to clock in - 'shit, where's my card?' - I'd forgot my card, amongst most things.

My last shift consisted of me accompanying Bullock and Jeff to the Woody, so I brought my fleece as I don't like being seen wandering the streets in ASDA uniform. This is where I'd left my stuff; in my fleece. I thought 'ah well, stuff it' and went up to meet with my other colleagues before work started.

For those who don't work at ASDA, it basically goes: come in, swipe in, meet for a huddle, then work. Well during the huddle I'd informed my manager (Anne) that I'd forgot my card and she said she'd sort it out for me. Bearing that in mind, I knew I had to confirm with her there/then as and when I was going for breaks and when I was leaving. Anne 1, Anthony 0. It meant I couldn't leave without her permission, really.

This put me in a bad position. Firstly, I couldn't move very fast with my injured leg (which still hurts), and secondly, it meant I couldn't just go when I was finished. Needless to say I didn't just go when I was finished, hell no - and this is what pissed me off so much.

Due to my slowness, I hadn't finished my work by 2am, so I went off for a break at 1:30. It took me until 3:30 to finish half an aisle (that's how bad my knee was). I went to see her to see if I could go, but she just game me more work to do, claiming that she "helped me out loads of times" by letting me go early after shifts.

I told her I'd been up since 6am, I had to drive home (which, as we all know, isn't a good thing to do when you're tired), and I wanted to be up in the morning anyway so I could do stuff (get laptop fixed, return my flash memory drive, play footie etc.). She just fobbed off the request and at that point I'd pretty much abandoned the idea of getting to sleep at a decent time.

4:15am came and time for my second break. By this time I'd been up for a total of 22 hours. I was complaining like fuck to my colleagues about not being at home when Anne came into the cafeteria and shouted across to the whole room that the rota said my shift was 10pm-6am. I wasn't best pleased. I shouted back that I specifically told her: "...Wednesday - half shift..." fuck me, I even repeated it to her at the time to make sure she got it. She just turned around and said "well rota says 10 to 6" and fucked off before I could voice a reply.

Bullshit - total bullshit. She knew I'd been up for nearly a whole day, that I'd only put in for half a shift and, now, I was fucking exhausted - I was struggling to stay awake. I couldn't do anything, though, because I'd forgotten anything. I'd forgotten my card to swipe in/out so if I left before she told me then she could have said I hadn't came in at all as far as she was concerned so I wouldn't get paid. I was under her fucking thumb and she was being so fucking smug about it.

I pretty much refused to work after that, but I got stuck on an aisle with a couple of decent guys and I didn't want to piss them off by going on a stroll with an already bad knee, so I put as much effort in as I could considering how fatigued I was.

Come the end of the shift she was still taking the piss. She was on the pet food aisle, which I haven't touched since I got there even though it was pretty much the only one I did in the old store.
"Can I go now?"
"Hey, Anthony! Look! So-and-so-new-starter has been on here all night; hasn't he done a good job?"
"Suppose. Can I go now?" She continued to check the aisle and cleans up little bits here and there.
"He had loads to do tonight, too!"
"Yea, I'm sure. Can I go yet?" She walks out of the aisle and half way across the shop before turning around and saying:
"What are you still doing here? I told you, you can go" She turned away and I swear to God I was one more shitty comment away from smacking her in the face. 24 full hours without sleep or any kind of rest; a fucked up knee and a manager taking the fucking piss out of me - I Bull'd* (see bottom of post). Me being me, though, I stayed calm about it - I wasn't about to lose my job because my manager was taking the piss out of me.

Getting home I came in, dropped on my bed and instantly fell asleep where I lay for the next 12 hours. It's bullshit. She's taken my entire Thursday away from me. I woke up at 6pm, which pissed me off even more, because now EVERYTHING I'd planned had went out the fucking window. Everyone went out and did their thing, even Andy was off work, I could have invited people out to play football and everything, but because she decided to be a complete bitch I found an entire day gone. The only good thing about it is I'm going to get an extra £20+ at the end of the month - big fucking whoop, so worth losing a day of my life for. Night all.

* 'Bull'ing - personal term used to replace the word "rage". Named after Karl Bullock. "I raged" is now "I Bull'd". "LOL, Bully rage" - "LOL, Bully Bull".