Okay, I am sitting here reading posts. I leave to go to work in fifteen minutes. The phone rings. Gee, it's the staffing coordinator. She wants to know if I will stay until 11pm on Saturday and Sunday. Duh, no! Sat. and Sun. will be my third and fourth twelve hour shifts this week. It takes me nearly an hour to commute one way. Like I am really wanting to change those hideous twelves into sixteens. Yeah, four hours of sleep sound like a helluva good time. Oh, but I really NEED you. Oh but I REALLY CARE.
I can't have a single day off without them calling and wanting me to do something extra. Most of the days I work they still call wanting something.