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Well, it’s happened.

I have been given the metaphorical push over the edge by my employer. Not only am I not allowed to do anything involving the Internet. I am now, informed via memo, allegedly contractually obliged to work every Saturday morning.

Bollocks.

If there were anything to do on these days I wouldn’t have too much of a problem. But there isn’t. It’s the most soul-destroying 4 hours of the week. And while I may be ‘contractually obliged’ to work I’m still of the opinion that its unfair.
I know that may sound spoiled, but its case of a little give and take. Me and my department co-workers deserve to have every third Saturday off. We are the three who have to put up with all the aggro and heart-ache that is dished out to us by the bucket load from our oh so annoying clientele. If we were financially rewarded for our troubles it would be a different story again. The wages are, not to put too fine a point on it, shite. We get paid peanuts for being the scapegoats for all the other departments. And quite frankly I’m bored of it. I’m also a receptionist apparently, I know this because no other bugger answers the phone. And seeing as that takes up most of my day, while still managing to fulfil my ‘contractually obliged’ duties does that qualify me for the wages of two people? No? Didn’t think so.
The irony is that I thoroughly enjoy working with the people here. They make this job what it is. Notion of leaving scares me because I might not find the same atmosphere again. But that said, I can’t get emotional about it, I have to look after number one. It bad enough I’m in financial dire-straights, I don’t need to be in professional dire-straights too. I’m sick of coming home stressed every day. The novelty has officially worn off.
So now I’m calling the shots, in my eyes my job is under close scrutiny. It’s last warning if you will. And if it fails to buck its ideas up, and continues to disappoint in such a big way then it shall receive its letter of gross misconduct and consequently, termination.

The letter though, will be my notice.