Came in what I thought was on time, which proved to be early, which proved to be late. Saturday is a half-hour-after day. Base shift start time 8:30. Supervisor shift start time is one hour earlier. Slow hours shift start time 9:30, with supervisors in at 8:30. I was in at 8 today, which sounded like reasonable, except!
( Textual org chart, and corporate bondage backstory. ) The outsource data collection company doing a survey that belonged to Limbo, Inc. was moving call centers. To avoid data hiccups, the local branch of the conglomeration of phone goons agreed to take it on over the two day period of swapover, at which point we'd return it wrapped in ribbons. This is a rather large job, a good 20 people or more a day. We don't currently have that kind of phone goon power to spare very much. We'd been having 5 to 6 hour shifts last I was in. I came in this morning to the phone center running under full sail and undermanned, given that the swapover was taking about five days longer than they said it would...
Oy? Vey?
Saw some familiar faces I'd thought I wouldn't see again. There's the Hyper Phone Goon who often enough sits next to the Figment on $OTHER_SIDE_JOB, and a tiny, cheerful, and perpetually late woman from $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB. Old familiar faces. Maybe back to stay.
I'd been thinking maybe I could sneak home with a headache sometime around noonish. Instead, 11.25 hours. OMG tired.
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