My Junior has taken a job at a local ice cream place where you can also get a cheeseburger doused in barbecue sauce…and this place of employment has an assistant manager named Shiloh who regarly doesn’t let my Junior leave at her time to get off.
Now, I understand some minutes to finish up an order, or perhaps a quick sweep sweep, but what I do not understand is when you make said employee (the Junior) stay a full 45 minutes past her time to get off while her MOTHER is sitting in the parking lot to pick her up and making her RE-sweep where she has already sweeped, before she gets to leave.
Now, sitting in the parking lot, looking in at this action, I had to suppress the urge to go in the doors of Braum’s and beat the shit out of Shiloh and tell her that the Junior was LEAVING NOW. I mean, really, I was, and had been, sitting in the parking lot for 45 minutes, for pete’s sake. At one point in time, Bitch Shiloh and I met eyes through the window and I gave her that whole LET MY PEOPLE GO look.
I mean, seriously, the folks back at the Casa were waiting on me to watch the SURVIVOR that we HAD TO MISS THANKS TO TEXAS WEATHER, for gosh sakes.
My irritation was not helped at all by the fact that when I parked in my usual pickup the kid spot, my gas tank went all HOLY SHIT WOMAN ALL THE GAS IS GONE TO THE BACK AND I’M GOING TO STALL YOUR VAN, which just pretty much sent me into wig the fuck out mode because (1) my cell phone was dead, and (2) I knew that if I called home, the folks there weren’t necessarily able to come assist if I was, indeed, out of gas.
So, while I was wating on the Junior to stop mopping and getting double scoops for the fine folks of our lovely town to STOP WANTING A MILK SHAKE FOR GOD SAKE, I was wigging the hell out over (1) being potentially out of gas and (2) having a cell phone that was completely DEAD.
Seriously, people, is it unreasonable to show up to pick up your Junior when she is supposed to get off work at 9, and you even throw another 15 minutes in the mix, and when that doesn’t happen ,you get just a slight bit PISSED OFF. I mean, really, I was missing SURVIVOR (on the computer, which I could totally watch 30 minutes later, no foul, no big damn deal.
Yet I sat there irritated to no damn end.
What it comes down to, in my mind, is that these people (Shiloh especially) need to get a damn clue as to how valuable my damn time is. Especially when I am almost out of gas.
So, finally, the question is this…am I being UNREASONABLE?
You are completely justified, said the crown princess of self-justification. I get irritated (but then again, I get irritated really easily) when my son’s coach keeps them 5 minutes past the designated end of practice.
how old is your junior?
there are LAWS about this in many states.
i used to bus tables at a restaurant when i was in college. i HATED it when they paired me with the two high school boys because at 10pm ON the nose they left.
but i knew that it was the law, they could not be forced to stay late because the restaurant could lose all kinds of everything if the state got wind. i politely requested another “adult” ie: someone over 16, to stay with me on those nights… but i was the only college aged busboy they had.
so there were many nights I was there until 1am cleaning up. the waitresses didn’t stay, the hostess would pop her head in and say “okay! don’t forget to set up for the morning! all the bar glasses have to be stocked!…” yes yes i know.
if the state you live in has laws about this, your little hamburger ice cream man may get his ass in trouble. if not — you really need to speak to him. it’s not right to force someone to stay 45 minutes after a scheduled shift. if necessary, SCHEDULE HER LATER.