In the staff room I stand in front of the rota which is pinned to the wall. I look for my name. There it is. I look for my next day off. I look along the week and the weekend and into the next week and the weekend after that. I am working every day until the sheet runs out, which is two weeks from now.
Later I find my boss. He is in his office. His head is shining. I tell him about the rota. I ask (very politely) if some sort of mistake has been made.
He says something quickly and confusingly. I only understand about 16% of what it is. I understand that he is apologising and that yes there is a mistake and it is his mistake and he is sorry.
So I ask him when my next day off is.
He says he doesn’t understand.
Then he says something which I don’t understand.
We talk at each other like this for a while, not understanding.
He says I must work the extra shifts.
All afternoon I think about it: This isn’t right. It isn’t legal. I must quit. I will quit right now. Etc.
I carry on working.