Dancin'

yeah...Dancin...like I said...dancin....

The Conundrum of Over-time

My boss sat me down last night to have a chat with me concerning my over-time. As I have been working approximately 45 hours a week, and had not been getting paid time and a half for my hours in excess of 40, I figured it would be a good idea to make my feelings known on the matter as well. After what seemed like some complicated solutions to the problem, I suggested just going back and paying me an extra five bucks an hour for all the hours in the last two paychecks that I was denied over-time pay. Instead, my boss decided to simply add more hours onto my paycheck at the regular rate of 10 dollars an hour to make up the difference. I didn't care either way as long as I was being correctly compensated for my time. After the issue of my over-time was settled, my boss informed me that he was taking me off my regularly scheduled Thursday night shift because in his words "It's not fair that you are working over 40 hours a week and getting over-time while Paul (the other cook) only works two nights a week. I knew instantly that this decision stemmed directly from the fact that my boss did not wish to pay me over-time and instead decided to give one of my shifts to the other cook. It is not my problem that the other cook does not work enough shifts. I volunteered to work all of my shifts and in doing so, they are my shifts. I am definitely put off due to the fact that my boss used an excuse that took focus from his unwillingness to continue to pay me what I have earned. While writing this I am listening to Train in Vain by the Clash...check it...

My First

I created this profile much, much earlier today when I was still fresh and full of ideas for interesting blogs filled to the brim with witty humor and social commentary. Unfortunately, I just arrived home from another soul sucking work shift (is there any other kind?) and am slightly intoxicated. Now, I have always been a fan of drunken free association writing as it usually produces the most peculiar results, however in this instance it is coupled with the fact that I was also working for "the man", so no entertainment for you. But then again who are you? Are "you" even reading this blog? Are there other "yous" out there reading it? I have just decided that no one will probably ever read this... except for someone who searches for the word 'drunken', and even then will only skim this and realize I'm not telling a story about drunken frat brothers sodomizing a raccoon. I simply had to write something this morning before much needed sleep. As I write this I am listening to Degradation by the Gorilla Biscuits...check it...