Lying For The Holidays
(I work at an art museum with multiple floors as a gallery attendant. Usually, there are two attendants to every floor, and we rotate through the floors on the top of the hour, and we aren’t always with the same person we started the day with. It’s late November. I’ve requested off for Christmas Eve, as my parents are divorced; I only get to see my father’s family Christmas Eve. I put in my request mid-October and was told by the director of my department that it was approved and I was good to go. Schedules are done a month in advance, hence why I put it in super early by normal bi-weekly scheduling standards. I’m with a semi-new coworker who has been here a month. I don’t particularly like him; he acts as if he’s worked for the museum for a decade, and feels his art background and experience in another museum makes him better than the rest of us who have worked at the current museum for a year or more. The schedule for December was released a few days ago.)
Coworker: “What are you doing on Christmas Eve?”
Me: *already knowing where this is going* “I’m going to my dad’s to see his family and celebrate; otherwise, I don’t get to see them.”
Coworker: “Oh, well, I didn’t get off. I have to work that day, even though I put my request in a week ago. I’ve been here long enough that my request should’ve been handed by [Boss’s Boss who has nothing to do with our department, let alone scheduling].”
Me: “That’s not the way the schedule is done. [Boss] sent us emails last month reminding us to get them in sooner rather than later, since they can’t let everyone have the day off.”
Coworker: “I haven’t seen my whole family in five years and this is the only time we’re going to get together at all during the holidays, so you should work for me on Christmas Eve. I’ll pick up one of your shifts later so it works out.”
(My head whipped around so fast, I almost got whiplash.)
Me: “I’m sorry that you haven’t seen your family, but I’m not going to trade with you. You waited until the last minute to get your request in, despite the reminders from [Boss]. This is the only time of year I get to see my dad’s family and I’m not going to miss it because of your poor planning.”
Coworker: “I’ll go to [Boss’s Boss] if you don’t take it.”
Me: “Go right ahead. He has nothing to do with our scheduling and no power to change it after it’s been out.”
(He gets up to walk to a different part of the floor.)
Coworker: “Don’t expect me to ever pick up any of your shifts, you b****.”
(The rest of the hour, he avoided me. When we rotated, I was by myself. I texted a mutual coworker about the situation. She told me that a few days before the schedule came out, he told her he’d had a great Thanksgiving with his whole family, whom he hadn’t seen in five years. Imagine my shock when I found out everyone available said no to taking his shift for Christmas Eve. Maybe if he hadn’t lied, and actually asked instead of commanding, I might’ve thought about it. But buddy, your family doesn’t take precedence over mine, your poor planning, and your audacious attitude.)