Okay, here's the situation --

Manager A asks B to work on Friday and Saturday. B says "maybe", A puts B on the schedule a week ago with "maybe". yesterday, B tells A that they can't work Friday and can only work Saturday night. A now says that B needs to find someone to cover.

I think that this is A's responsibility, since B was a maybe, but I said I'd ask the internet masses.

I agree, it's up to A to cover the schedule. Maybe implies maybe not.

Also, dinners of apples, cheese and crackers sound both delightful and nutritious.

Yes if B never gave a definitive "yes" it is A's responsiblity to cover the shift. However, if I was B I would still make an effort to cover the shift in order to stay on good terms with A.

Without subjecting you to the whining I got, B was apparently scheduled for all day saturday, but agreed to come in on Saturday afternoon.

Remember a few weeks ago, I asked for help with finding a poem for CJ? He ended up using "What is pink?" which was recommended by someone here.

This month's poem he found through one of the recommended links...

I'm Staying Home From School Today

I'm staying home from school today.
I'd rather be in bed
pretending that I have a pain
that's pounding in my head.

I'll say I have a stomach ache.
I'll claim I've got the flu.
I'll shiver like I'm cold
and hold my breath until I'm blue.

I'll fake a cough. I'll fake a sneeze.
I'll say my throat is sore.
If necessary I can throw
a tantrum on the floor.

I'm sure I'll get away with it.
Of that, there's little doubt.
But, even so, I really hope
my students don't find out.

--Kenn Nesbitt

For those of you who love the rugby antics -- fox news neglected to notice the dancing skills of the player in the background during an interview. NSFW [link]

Hiring management from outside the company is always a problem for people smack in the middle of the food chain with tricky job descriptions.

That's a good way of describing it, and a helpful reminder that New Boss isn't coming into this with malicious intent to ruin my life. She knows how things were done at her old hospital, but she hasn't learned our ways yet. Also, she's trying to make a quick impact and please our division head, and I think some of what feels like pushy control-freak behavior to me falls under that heading.

The crazy thing is, I realized I could actually make use of this situation in my writing--I'm working on a scene where two major characters meet for the first time, in the aftermath of a chaotic military setback that turned both of their lives upside down. One is a young NCO who's been leading and protecting a group of fugitive soldiers, acting more like a captain than the corporal he is, the other an extremely senior officer who, when he finds this nice group of soldiers roaming around without an officer, naturally assumes command. I didn't realize till this week just how pissed off my NCO is going to be over this turn of events. Because of course he'll recognize the officer's seniority and right to command, but, dammit, those were *his men*, and he was doing a damn fine job of leading them. Which opens up all kinds of juicy conflict between them that I hadn't realized was there. It's much more entertaining than my work issues, too, not least because the NCO looks a lot like a young Nathan Fillion and my senior officer is sort of Alexis Denisof with just an eensy touch of Christopher Eccleston.

First, Gris and PC (Anansi) hells yeah to those with better dating/love lives than mine.

I passed a skating center tonight that I went to a few times in elementary school. Growing up I remember they always had problems with people hurling rocks and breaking their poorly made sign sitting high atop the pole it is attached to. Tonight the sign reads...

I Sk8 2 B Fit

C U L8R

The next rock... could be mine

I love the rugby video, but SO NSFW!!

Also, A should not be scheduling anyone on a "Maybe", and should be pressing for definite answers.

This month's poem he found through one of the recommended links...

LOVE.

Also, A should not be scheduling anyone on a "Maybe", and should be pressing for definite answers.

Agree.

My poor mom just got here. Poor me had to get up because Toto was going nuts at someone letting themselves into the apartment in the middle of the night (which, ok, probably good of him, but still). I have to be up in an hour to do studying. I'm still going back to sleep. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.