Had a VERY crappy day today. Everything started off just fine. Went to orientation at my new job. Had to bite my tongue a few times during the tour. Had a group gathered around me hearing my tidbits of info as walking around. Then things went crappy. Got my name tag. The name is right. Hometown though......Santa Ana.??Santa Ana?? I told them Santa CRUZ. I saw it written down too as SANTA CRUZ. Where the heck did they get Santa ANA. We used to get into team fights against Santa Ana when I played football for Tustin and Orange. Why would I want Santa Ana? Oh but what, it gets better. It comes time that I have been waiting for. My schedule and location. The transition people for attractions come in and start naming names.......The went through all the names and mine wasn't call. Oh me, and another girl who happened to be from UC SANTA CRUZ. What the hell is up with people from Santa Cruz? Do they have it out for us?
Anyway, I mentioned that my name wasn't called. The lady then said, oh then you must be with parking. I replied, "NO, I was hired specifically for attractions. It is on my offer sheet." She said it must of been a mistake and go see the lady with parking to see if I was on their list. I told the lady with parking what happened and she got slightly tiffed that the other lady was just trying to pass the buck. She basically told the attractions lady that me and the other girl, who's name wasn't called, were in attractions so she needed to deal with it.
They then call the guy in charge of scheduling to find out where our schedule was. Apparently he has 3 other classes he has to sort through so I'm to call tomorrow after 9AM. OK, I started venting big time to the lady who was trying to pass the buck. I told her straight up that I didn't appreciate her trying to pass the buck and secondly I had quit a good paying job and was taken off the schedule for my other job untill I found out my Disneyland schedule. Now I was probably going to wind up missing work while I wait for somebody to pull their head out and do the job the were paid to do. I worked hard to return and now I was beginning to seriously regret it. OK, I figured, I would just wait until tomorrow and just give the big announcement at the meet tomorrow. I get in my car to drive home and I hit TRAFFIC.....On a weekend??!! I'm sitting in traffic and I call Rite Aid because according to my boss, my paid out check should be in the store today. I call. No Check. Get home. Find a check from Rite Aid for 56.00 for paid out vacation. 56.00??!! I had 42.5 hours of Vacation plus anniversary pay plus 2 days of work coming to me. It was supposed to be something like 600.00 NOT 56.00. Oh God, I am so hating life right now. Figured I would just drink myself unconscious tonight. I mean, what else would you do when your dream is starting off just like a nightmare?