It's really simple – I hate forced overtime.
I know that it's just part of my mental make up, but if I'm forced to stay longer in work than I'm contracted to be there I start to get itchy and fed up.
It can't be helped though – sometimes we just get that 'late job' which means that we are dealing with a patient after we should have clocked off. I'm somewhat more used to that, it is one of those things that just happens, and we get paid overtime to make up for it.
(I think it's flat rate overtime mind).
The one thing that really annoys me though is when the clocks go back.
All because our ancestors were afraid of demons that might attack them after the sun goes down (or some such, I don't really care) the clocks go forward in Spring and go backwards in autumn.
Which is fine if you work normal hours – it means you get an extra hour in bed.
However if you are one of those stupid <illegitimate child>'s that work shift work it means so much more…
It means that if you are working a twelve hour shift, suddenly you find yourself working a thirteen hour shift – and that's not counting any extra you have to work if you are unlucky to get stuck with a late job.
I'm working night shifts this weekend…
Some time ago my crewmate told me that the clocks go back on Sunday.
I thought I would be a cunning swine and book annual leave. I really despise working that extra hour (oh, it might not make sense, but in my head it does).
So I booked Sunday night off.
Because that's when the clocks go back.
No – of course they <copulation>ing don't. They <copulation>ing go back on <turf>ing Sunday morning.
Which means the <female genitalia>ing Saturday night shift.
Like a dozy <male genitalia> I took the wrong <illegitimate child> shift off.
So – because I'm a daft <person who copulates>, who takes his crewmate at her word, I get to work a thirteen hour shift on Saturday night.
I may not be in the best mood.
The patients had better need an ambulance – or I may well be educating some of them as to the best use of an ambulance service.