And also kicking my butt.
I landed a new, full time, salaried job last week and started this past Tuesday. The day I was given the offer I called my old boss and told her I'd be leaving. She adknowledged it and I figured all was good. She said she wanted me to work the full two weeks and since it was on the weekends I figured fine, I'll do that.
Then she schedules me for a 2 PM to midnight shift. Umm, what? My new job is 8-5, I told you that. I get that fixed.
Then I go into work last night and in her infinite wisdom she scheduled me for 5-midnight on a Monday. What.
EDIT: Apparently she hired another Stephanie. My new boss is also a Steph. SO MANY STEPHIES. I need a better nickname than what they gave me, though.
I left her a note and will be calling her this morning because Sunday is my LAST DAY and the completion of my two weeks and I am under no obligation to stay longer. I was quite pissed last night but I was able to rant it out on the phone on the way to my car.
OH, and this weekend, tonight, I am working a 2-midnight shift, and then a 9 AM to 6 PM shift on Sunday.
So long story short, I LOVE my new job.
My nickname at work is 'Wow', since my boss and co-worker asked me about my hobbies. Well, once they found that out, I had a new nickname, lol. They are both awesome and my boss says she has no complaints at all for the first week. Score! My co-worker is wonderful and has been training/explaining everything very well. I will be making the department SoP binder as my training commences.
For now though, I need to go grocery shopping because my roommates are two hungry boys and tend to eat everything in sight if you don't lock it down!
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