At this moment in time, I was meant to be in work but if I am writing this, I am obviously not there. 

Spend the morning making things for the pot luck at work as it is Memorial weekend and then we were going to meet Elisabeth for an early early lunch to celebrate her birthday.  We had arranged to meet at a local Greek cafe which is a 5 min walk from work as I needed to be at work by 1pm   As I didn’t want  the food to spoil in the car (already too hot to leave food for more than 10 mins) I took the steam puddings into the break room before meeting up with Elisabeth and her friends.  As I was mentioning to Michelle ( the assistant store manager) that I might be a few mins late for my shift, I happened to look at the schedule.  Imagine my surprise to find I wasn’t actually meant to be working today!

That really pissed me off as I knew they were making schedule changes and went in on Friday( despite not working and being out of my way) to see if there had been any changes in my schedule.   Given that the schedule starts on Sundays it should have been there but no it wasn’t!  Anyway, spoke briefly to Michelle who said if there are any changes someone will call.  So not hearing anything, we arranged to meet Elisabeth for ungodly time for lunch and I cancelled on an event at the Blanton this evening, knowing I was working, except now I am ranting on the PC!

Not only that, all but Monday, my hours are changed.  So instead of doing 31 hrs this week I will be doing 34.5 despite putting in a reminder earlier this week that I only want to work 25 hrs a week.  Plus from having a measly 4 hours in the frame shop I am now scheduled for none.  How the hell I am meant to learn the job if I am never there! 

My normal tactic is sulk and then give in to whatever my brain is telling me to do.  At the moment, its telling me, this is retail, they don’t expect you to have a life, this is normal US working conditions, except it or jack it in. But this time I am going to put down my points in note form and then tomorrow, assuming Josh, the store manager is in,  talk rationally about the situation.  Hopefully I can resolve the problems and get on with 25 hrs of work as I quite like working for those few hours.  I certainly don’t see it as a career but I do like the little extra money it provides.  I also enjoy the social element but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with all this crap.

Anyway, that enough of that.  Finally got the last of the curtains up and last night I tried but did not succeed in making a pair of PJ shorts.  I realise I am totally dyslexic when it comes to patterns and understanding them.  Weird thing is that ! had exactly the same pattern in my O level sewing exam and I did exactly the same mistakes. Not that I realised that as I did it last night, just once I got to  what should have been the end and realised that any person wearing these shorts would have a very wide stance, very skinny legs and no crotch!  No wonder I failed O level sewing! Still I will not be defeated once I have finished on this, I am going back into the fray and I will conquer sewing.