(And hopefully he won't *call* Save-On, because new Asshole Scott would say bad things about me just out of spite. Let us rememer I've still never even *met* the guy, have no idea what he looks like, blah blah. Sigh. And apparently they've called every day this week and offered me shifts which I've refused. Funny I have no memory of this - because it *never happened*. They didn't call. Nobody took the call while I was out, and it's not on my call display like it would be if they'd called and no one picked up. Not to mention that one of the days the schedule claims I refused a shift, I was home all day. No messages, no call display. NO CALLS. I can't figure out what this is. Unless someone is intentionally fucking me over. No idea. Sheesh.)
After I got back I suddenly had this horrible eye-stabbing headache. Made me all nauseous and I had to turn off all the lights. Mum mentioned the word migraine - gods I hope that's not what it was.
Ah, well. Notice tomorrow. Whee! I'm escaping from the evil empire! Apparently just in time, too, since they're letting go of a bunch of people from the other store and we're probably next. And the Boston Pizza is a franchise. No more evil empires. :)