“Open availability” is a concept currently in raging use in the retail arena. This means that you, as the employee, MUST be available AT ANY TIME per the employer’s discretion. Have a family? So sorry. Need sleep? So sorry. Wish to complain? Bye-bye job.
The number of longtime employees who either left on their on accord or who were forced out because of this open availability is mind-boggling. And the employer THINKS they’ll be able to replace them for half to a third to a quarter of their weekly salaries?
My teeth are sad and it makes me sad. Tartar appears to have eaten away at my bicuspid, and it hurts when I eat sweet stuff. And despite the fact that I’ve been on top of my dental hygiene lately, the tartar keeps getting worse and worse. I’m very cranky and calling dentists (I need a professional cleaning and at least one filling). grr. I don’t care what they look like, but pain is where I draw the gee-damn line.
Please tell us what company is using this as a scheduling strategy, so I can avoid giving them my dollars.
I’m resigning today from my job. My situation has gotten so miserable I can’t stand it anymore. I guess this isn’t much of a rant. Actually I’m relieved, but sad that it got to this point.
No, not 24 hours! But a lot of places nowadays will not hire you unless you tell them that your availability is “open”. The term “mother’s hours”, for example, is out the window. When it comes to scheduling they want to be able to place you in any shift. One of my coworkers was forced out because she had an obligation where she could only work “this shift and only this shift” on X and Y days when in actuality they needed her for another shift on X, Y, and Z days. There was no way she could juggle her obligation, so was told to give her notice.
Longtime employees who have been working the day shift forever? Not anymore. They might get two day shifts, but the rest of them are either afternoon/evening/closing. It might work for a kid or for somebody who doesn’t have any family and/or outside obligations, but not for somebody with a family.
This rant is mini but it is really getting my goat.
My kids went to the dentist this morning. No cavities and their teeth looked amazingly clean. (Go team!)
What’s my rant?
The hygenist still REPEATEDLY said the following:
We should be brushing the kids’ teeth. They aren’t old enough to do it well enough (7 & 8 BTW)
We should get them each an electric toothbrush.
We need to floss their teeth once a day.
WTF? So, they have been doing a good job of brushing and getting between their teeth (since they have gaps large enough that the bristles get in there) have no cavities AND you took all of ten seconds to do a quick scrape-around to get off some plaque (not even tartar) and you want me to spend time and money anyway? Give me a break.
Like there aren’t a hundred million other things I should be doing for my kids. It’s like everywhere you go they have to make sure parents feel guilty.
If it were up to dentists, we’d be doing nothing but brushing and flossing all day long. They don’t seem to realize some of us don’t have all day to spend on our teeth.
WTF? I was brushing my own teeth by 5 at the latest, I’m fairly sure it was actually well before that. And my mom was way into dental hygiene because she’d had such bad teeth.
And they wonder why kids these days have parents constantly hovering over them…
Seven and eight? Second and third grade, right? I’m pretty sure that (unless they have some serious fine-motor problems or cognitive issues) they should be able to handle brushing their own fucking teeth. With a manual toothbrush, the way we’ve all done it. (In the snow, uphill both ways, etc…)
I was wearing dark blue dockers, a polo shirt and a pea coat - not exactly a vagrant or crazy person. I got my stuff, walked up to the register, grabbed the divider to put between her stuff and the empty space where I was going to put my stuff, turned my back towards her to start unloading my cart…
..When he told her to move her purse because of me.
I ignored that and started unloading my food. She moved to the end to start bagging her stuff. He stopped ringing it up and stood there glaring at me while I was still unloading the cart. She asked him what he was doing. He said “I’m watching this guy behind you. He doesn’t look right.” I paused and glanced at him and he was looking straight at me. He quickly resumed ringing up her stuff. She said “Oh, so you’re protecting me?” in an “um, what?” tone of voice.
He finished, she paid, she left. He rang up my stuff, I paid, I left.
This place is 1 mile from my apartment and my bank is in it with no other convenient local branches. Not like I can just stop going there.
I have had it with this melonfarming snow coming down in my melonfarming city! It’s been raining most of the day; well, it was raining; it’s been snowing for a couple of hours now. Bah. Rain is okay; rain is good this time of year. Snow is bad.
Yep. There’s a foot of snow on my deck.
Pretty sure I’m taking a vacation day tomorrow - I won’t be able to get out of my street.
This will make me unpopular with my coworkers - it’s my treat day.
