This is the story that never ends ...

So, the reason I made a 50 year old woman cry ...
Not so long ago one of my tellers (I'll call her ... Usha) came up to me and informed me that she needed August 4-9 off. Mind you, she didn't ask, she told. This is already not the way to start with me. So, I tell her that I had already given one of the other tellers the 8th and 9th off. She gets all blustery (like a good wind) and tells me that she's already bought her plane tickets and she can't get a refund. Being the nice person I am I tell her to write down the days she needs off and I'll see what I can do. Cut to last week when I'm frantically trying to finish up the schedule for next week. I look at Usha's note and it says that she needs the 3rd, 4th, 7th, 8th, & 9th off. Okay. I schedule according to this note. Yesterday, Usha comes up to me and tells me that I scheduled her on some of the days she had asked for off. I start to tell her that I had scheduled her according to the note she left me. It went something like this ...

( shut up already! )

Anyway. That's nearly word for word. Can you see what I have to deal with nearly every day. It's a brick wall, I tell you. A brick wall.

On a much happier note ... Stargates and BSG tonight! Whoo-hoo!