So last night... I got literally FUCKED into closing down the kitchen 
. I was supposed to be the on-call guy, who was to close, should one of the original closers call off. I walk in, I see that I was on Pull station (Go figure, Saturday night.) and then I see Close right by it. I think at the top of my lungs I screamed, "Who the fuck called off?!" because, really, I didn't want to close. Next thing to happen was, the guy that was on the schedule to close sees me looking at the line sheet, and he responds, "I didn't call off, I got double shifted." That meant, when he was scheduled to do one thing, he was already scheduled to do another thing. So you could gather how pissed I was for the rest of the night.
Anyone wanna chat?
. I was supposed to be the on-call guy, who was to close, should one of the original closers call off. I walk in, I see that I was on Pull station (Go figure, Saturday night.) and then I see Close right by it. I think at the top of my lungs I screamed, "Who the fuck called off?!" because, really, I didn't want to close. Next thing to happen was, the guy that was on the schedule to close sees me looking at the line sheet, and he responds, "I didn't call off, I got double shifted." That meant, when he was scheduled to do one thing, he was already scheduled to do another thing. So you could gather how pissed I was for the rest of the night. Anyone wanna chat?