little ingrates. It amazes me how much attitudes have changed. Yes, working on the weekend stinks when all of your friends are out partying but....I did it when I was younger and starting out. I worked all kinds of hours doing things like waiting tables to managing a retail clothing store. Why apply for a job and then bitch about it? It's not like you're keeping the job responsibilities a big secret!
I don't envy hiring managers these days.
That's what I'm doing now. I work long hours on the weekends (and do homework on the hour-long breaks I get), while my friends are either doing homework at home or partying (though most are smart and do their homework before going anywhere). I have bills to pay, and I have no problem with skipping out on bar-hopping and such for the time being. Some call me a wimp, but I see myself as sensible.
Hearing some of the younger coworkers bitch and moan about working weekends REALLY makes me want to slap them. I have, on more than one occasion, told some of them that they are lucky they are still live with their parents (high-schoolers), and thus, have most expenses taken care of by their parents. I remind them of all the bills they will end up paying once they are out on their own. I tell them about my college tuition and housing payments, the car note, car insurance, cell phone (no land line, though). Some of them shut up after my lecture, but the others, with their bad attitudes, simply rolled their eyes.
Yeah, I don't get it at all. It's part of having a job. The best part is she was bitching to sales men about how she wanted Saturdays off. LOL! They can only have a Saturday off if they're near death in a hospital.
My employer, I hate to admit, is a little lax on such policies. The younger workers are ALWAYS leaving work early, claiming they're sick or their mom is in the hospital (the latter happened last week, when a high-school female told management she had to leave because her mom was in the hospital... that was a complete lie, as the person who picked her up from work WAS her mom. 
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Yeah, it was easy for me to get a Saturday off. First, I'm already naturally bitchy, but after 5 weeks or so, I started getting extra bitchy with the sales men. Seriously, they ask the same damn question over and over and over. And one guy always managed to ask for his spiff money while I was eating lunch, every week, and never caught on that I was mean to him because it was so rude (he could have just waited 10 minutes, but ohhhh noooo, he had to have right then!).
So, I would just nicely ask the day receptionist if she could work Saturday for me. I would work a double one day and have Saturday just to be away from here. And sometimes, she'd have something planned already for that Saturday, no problem, then we'd do it for the next week. *shrug*
Now, the sales men, that's different. Saturday is our biggest day of the month. It has to be extraordinary circumstances for them to have the day off.
