Work Stress!

Finally this semester is over! I am so relieved. Now I can pick up more hours at work. I need at least 20 to pay the bills and eat. (And I LOVE to eat.) Work in itself is insane. It's like Days of Our Deli Lives. Caren is retiring in January and we are all rejoicing 'cause she doesn't do anything worthwhile at work. One of the guys in Meat finally read her the Riot Act telling her that her coworkers (me!) have long deserved for her to retire. Kudos to Neal!

Hours are being cut again in January all thanks to our Neo-Nazi new store manager, Pati. Hate is such a strong word, but I hate her. She doesn't care one bit about any of us employees, it's all about her and how she looks when Corporate checks in. She was on vacation this past week. It was one of the most enjoyable weeks I have experienced since she came. She has the nerve to cut deli hours again?! I have 12 hours this week and that's the minimum the 880 says G.E. can give us. I always thought the Union didn't do anything for me, only protected the lazy workers. Now I can see that it does protect me...from people like Pati. Everytime I get sick of going to classes, then I go to work and thank God I have the opportunity to go to college and not work at a Giant Eagle deli for the remainder of my life.