Rant ahead.
I'm fed up at work. I really like my job. I really like having somewhere to go and something to do, really like my co-workers and really, really like payday.
I used to work for a German company with the initials KHD. We called it "Keine Hilf Dir" or loosely translated "nobody helps you." I don't mean in the sense that I have to do everything by myself but that if Sir or NL want/need a day off, they simply take it. That means I have to go in because the bakery just cannot be operated by one person.
On Wednesday, Sir said, "You won't mind working Monday next week and having Tuesday off instead, will you." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. Yes, I mind! It means I will have worked seven consecutive days without a day off. Sir wants a three-day weekend so that he can go to Oklahoma...Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
Yesterday, NL had a day off on the same day as my regular day off so I went in for 4 1/2 hours. I was thanked profusely by Sir and the deli manager. Deli manager is Sir's boss. There's no way Sir could have worked alone and got anything done along with all the other things he is required to do daily. It was a repeat of Thursday two weeks ago. I worked that day, too.
NL has a day off tomorrow. Sir won't be there, either. Guess who will be? (Keeping in mind that the bakery cannot be operated by just one person.)
I don't dare say I'm tired and can't work that many days in a row because somebody's bound to come along and say that I'm too old to be there anymore if I can't pick up the slack.
A week from this coming Monday is inventory day. That one Monday every 5-6 weeks is the only Monday I'm expected to work. Otherwise, my scheduled days off are always on Monday and Thursday. It's the 11th Commandment. Moses carved it in stone along with the other 10.
"No" is a complete sentence. Somebody light a fire under me to say it and mean it. I'm a soft touch, and everybody knows it. I need to grow a spine to stand up for myself and a tongue to speak up for myself.