One place I worked had end of shift meetings every day for the transition between third and first shift. First shift was supposed to get there 15 minutes early, but hardly ever did. This was a stand-up meeting at the end of an 8 hour shift. Look assholes, I’m tired and I wanna go home.Your disrespect of my time isn’t helping my attitude toward this shit-hole company. Also, apparently, they didn’t need to do this for second shift, because, you know, first shift is tired and wants to leave on time. Imagine that. I ended up quitting when they tacked on extra hours for us to work at the last minute during the week of Thanksgiving, so that effectively we’d still end up working 40 hours. What’s the fucking point of holidays if you’re just going to make us work more hours anyway?
One place I worked had end of shift meetings every day for the transition between third and first shift. First shift was supposed to get there 15 minutes early, but hardly ever did. This was a stand-up meeting at the end of an 8 hour shift. Look assholes, I’m tired and I wanna go home.Your disrespect of my time isn’t helping my attitude toward this shit-hole company. Also, apparently, they didn’t need to do this for second shift, because, you know, first shift is tired and wants to leave on time. Imagine that. I ended up quitting when they tacked on extra hours for us to work at the last minute during the week of Thanksgiving, so that effectively we’d still end up working 40 hours. What’s the fucking point of holidays if you’re just going to make us work more hours anyway?