Last day, or so I thought

July 30, 2001 | 09:46 PM

Last Saturday as I left the Y, I was so happy because I thought it was my last day working at the desk. Well, today at work William (the new exec) comes into the babysitting room and askes to talk to me. He said that they couldn't find anyone to work, even though I gave them 6 weeks notice that I was quitting the desk! Six freakin weeks, and they can't find anyone to work a couple hours for me. So, I caved in and told him that I could work next Saturday, but that's it. One more week and I'm done. If he asks me to work any more than that, I am just going to say no. I hate working the desk. People come in and yell at me when I've done nothing wrong. There have been times when I was so tempted to say something to a Y patron that would most definitely get me fired. Some people act as if I'm the one responsible for making decisions they don't like. I don't run the place, I just answer phones and register classes. $6 an hour is not worth it.

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