Fair warning! I'm going to vent to you all.
There is this girl that I work with. I shall call her Fartha.
Fartha likes to tell the manager that she wants more hours. Yet, I get a text from her about once a week asking me to cover her shift.
I text Fartha, "On."
Then I text her again, "No."
Fartha also wants to become a shift manager. Thank goodness I'm graduating in a couple of weeks and won't be around to see this nightmare come true, if it does.
Somehow, Fartha has become a driver for Pizza Hut. She is not a good driver for Pizza Hut. Maybe she'll get better. I think she should stick to waitressing.
Then again, I like not waitressing with her...so Fartha should drive more.
Nope, nope, I can't even convince myself to like her as a driver, because I have to pick up her slack and do a ton of dishes at the end of the night just to help the poor driver who has to drive with her.
It's a vicious cycle.
Thursday is my favorite night to waitress. Somehow, Fartha got my shift. "I am angry. I'm like a large tornado of anger, swirling about." - Kicking and Screaming name drop.
On top of which, guess what happened!
Fartha texts me this afternoon. She said that she has a wedding to go to on Saturday and forgot to take off of work.
I think, too bad.
She texts, "Can you switch your Friday night with my Saturday night and I'll find someone to cover your original Saturday night hours?"
I think, no.
You see, I have a baptism to go to on Sunday, and I just called my sister today and told her I will be leaving on Saturday night after 8 to drive two hours to her house instead of leaving really early on Sunday morning.
Plus, I didn't want to give up my Friday night. I make glorious tips on Fridays.
So I texted her "no."
Fartha hasn't texted me back. Oh well, not my problem.