"Help Mariah Help!!!"

For the past two weeks I’ve worked 28 hours a week.  Today I clock in and look at next week’s schedule.  My jaw drops!  I’m only scheduled for 8 hours. I panic.  Immediately, I think I’ve done something wrong, and frantically try to find one of my managers.  I find the head manager, Sally, and ask what happened.  She says we went over by 145 hours last week and that her district manager told her she must cut back.  She tells me it has nothing to do with me personally and that other workers hours were cut as well.  She says, “But don’t worry, I’ll call you this week for more hours.”  I smile and say, “So, I guess I’ll be “On Call”…….. I start dreaming I’m Mariah Carey wearing Gucci heels singing my way out of my predicament.  But, instead, a stack of books falls off the register counter, which I have to bend over and pick up.  I heave the stack of books back onto the counter and thank God I’m on unemployment.  Damn….this recession is a bitch!