Five days ago, after thinking about it for at least a month, I emailed my manager to ask if I could open the Pier on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Honestly, this felt like kind of a lot to ask, even though I did assure her that I would still be "as available as possible" on weekends. But (obviously) I asked anyway. Why? Two reasons:
- Look, there is just a gigantic difference between waking up at four in the morning four days in a row and waking up at four in the morning two days in a row, then having a day off, then waking up at four in the morning two more days in a row. This would do so many good things for my sleep schedule.
- Tips! Basically, during the week I can pretty much expect to make at least sixty dollars a shift. During the weekend, they're much more hit or miss. Sure, when I wake up at four in the morning on Saturday, there is a chance that I'll have a busy shift and still make sixty dollars, but there's also a pretty good chance it will be slow and sleepy and far too many of my "customers" will be tourists who just want bottled water and directions to the closest public restroom, and I could make less than forty. Which is fine, but THE THING IS, opening on Monday and Tuesday and Thursday and Friday would be spectacular because I would be making at least $240 a week, just in tips. It's not uncommon for me to make seventy or eighty dollars in one shift during the week, and a solid hundred is rare, but not unheard of.
Our schedules start on Saturday and go through Friday. The new one, which goes into effect this Saturday, May 30th, got sent out today.
I'm still opening Wednesday through Saturday.
First of all, I would like to stress that this is not that much of a disappointment. Even if I "only" make sixty dollars on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, that's still one hundred and eighty fucking dollars a week. Just in tips. (Any tips from Saturday are like a nice little bonus, since it's so unpredictable.) I do kind of ~need~ to save as much money as possible in June, but there's no reason I can't pick up a shift on one of my days off here & there. And lately I've been getting all kinds of strategical about grocery spending, which is hugely helpful if I do say so myself. And, as I said before, my current schedule is pretty sweet.
But then also, I can't help but feel that my request was not that much of a change (still working four days a week, still opening the Pier on all four of those days) and I deserve it. You may recall the fact that I had been considering the pros & cons of this schedule shuffle for over a month. The thing that finally convinced me to go ahead and ask for it? Oh, I'm glad you asked! On Friday, May 15th (the day before I saw Pitch Perfect 2 with Adam & Rhea) the closer never showed up. It's completely fucking common for closers to be a little bit late, so I kept hope alive and didn't say anything at first. Then, twenty minutes after she was officially late, I called my manager and left a message to say, hey, what the fuck, this is dumb. She called back quickly to let me know that the closer had had to take some "emergency medical leave" (I didn't ask questions) and she was going to call around to find another barista to cover, and if she couldn't find anybody it would be her. She also said she was really sorry, which I appreciated. One hour and twenty minutes later, the replacement closer showed up.
Seriously, one hour and twenty minutes. It was one-fucking-forty. My shift was supposed to end at noon. What in the actual what? Apparently, she didn't realize that I had been stuck in the store since open, and buses don't come down to the Waterfront (which is true), so she walked. WHAT? Could she not call a cab? Did our manager not explain to her that I had been stuck in the store since open, and time was therefore of the fucking essence?
I didn't confront her, though, I just smiled and nodded and went home so I could curl up in a ball and try not to think about the fact that I was going to have to wake up at four in the morning again the next day.
(Also, as soon as I got to the bus stop, a bird shit on my boot. This was truly a fantastic day.)
So, you know. I just kind of sort of thought that maybe possibly it would be feasible to switch my schedule around a teensy bit. I'd like to say "And that's what I get for kind of sort of thinking good things might happen to me just because I ask for them," but the truth is, it still could happen. Eventually. For example, the
This post has gone on long enough, but just to torture myself a little bit more, let me spell it the fuck out:
If I did open my store on Monday & Tuesday & Thursday & Friday, if I never gave away any of those shifts, if I never picked up any shifts on other days, if I "only" ever made sixty dollars per shift . . . I would still make one thousand and eighty fucking dollars. Just in tips. Just in June.