I really hate my job some days. Espeically when the store manager changes the schedule and doesn't tell anyone else. So when the front end manager called me at 11:30 Sunday morning, I had to inform her that my schedule had been changed and wasn't able to come in for another half an hour. I was then informed that I needed to come in now. So I got there, clocked on, and had been working for about five minutes when the assistant manager of the store came down and told me that I had been right, and I was working a full day starting at 9. Thank you so much, now that you've ruined a perfectly good day. Needless to say, I was just a little cranky at management that day. Hell, I was just cranky in general. If it weren't for the fact that I was secure in my job and making decent money, I think that I would quit all together.