Is this how it ends?

If you've been reading this thing, or just listening to me bitch, you'd have heard how much I hate my job. The biggest reasons are 1) I'm bored, 2) There's no future in it, and 3) the bullshit, hypocritical management style. Recently though, things have been coming to a head. Because of the writers strike in Hollywood a few months back, there's sweet fuck all on at the movies at the moment. This is evident by how much emphasis they put on the release of "House Bunny" of all fucking things. So, no product mean no patrons. No patrons means the company isn't making any money. OR at least, not as much as they used to. With this in mind, the company has been making a whole bunch of "cost cutting methods" and putting them into play. This includes things like only turning on one light in two. Only putting on the bare minimum of staff. Cutting the starting times of shifts so they don't have to pay as much. Stupid shit like that.

What's been worrying me is shift culling. I'm casual. I need 5 shifts a week to survive. They know that. I've told them that. Unfortunately, this isn't just some weekend thing, second job or distraction between uni classes. This is how I survive. This is my only source of income. I am completely dependant on the company for my current financial stability. This is a simple fact of my life at the moment that I REALLY FUCKING HATE!!!!!!!!

I got a message from my boss today, cancelling my shift on Monday. This was because of an order from the Higher ups. I didn't see it coming, my boss could do nothing about it, and it is EXACTLY what I have been predicting. I'm really angry about it. Maybe more so because I've been drinking tonight, but angry none the less.

This is what it comes down to. And it's what I'm going to tell my boss on Tuesday when I see him. This is Strike One. No anger, no discussion, no me going off on rants. Very simple. Strike One. Which means they get two more. They get Strike 3, and that's it. I walk out the door, and they never hear from me again.

I'm on the downward ramp towards three years at that place anyway, so it's long enough. But I'm not taking this shit. If I thought I could walk into another job by the end of the week, I'd quit right now. But the way the world's going at the moment, that's not something I can easily count on. So I have to play this silly little game.

Strike One, fuckers. Your move.