Well Fuck

So, I got my schedule for next week. Looked it over, not too bad, just working three days... then something pops out at me. My name, somewhere it shouldn't be.

I'm listed as supervising one of the stores next week. I am not a supervisor. It gets better.

This store is in Orange, VA. An hour and a half away. I'm supposed to take my personal car. I'd better fucking get this new car bought, titled, registered, and insured in a damn big hurry. It gets better.

I'm the only one going. It gets better.

The inventory is being done on paper, and with a hand-held calculator. I have never done anything even remotely like this before, at any period when I have been employed by this company, ever.

And I was not told about ANY of this until the schedule for next week was handed to me today.

Did I mention I am not a supervisor?

I'm a little pissed right now.