Meanwhile, at My Day Job....

Sooooooo, I work at a small chemical manufacturer as a 'cleaner', which is a pleasant way of saying I'm an underpaid janitor for the joint.  This doesn't bother me in the slightest bit; it's actually a gig I've worked before, for a year and a half, at a New York State rest stop in Angola, New York.  With a little more time in this kind of work, I can actually get myself a job at a school system in the custodial department.  But that's beside the point entirely.

There are three cleaners at my place of work.  There's the morning fellow, an evening cleaner, and myself. The morning fellow starts at 7 am and works until 3:30 pm.  The evening cleaner starts at 3:30 and finishes at midnight.  I'm an overlapping cleaner, starting at 11:30 in the morning, and staying until 8 pm. So for half of each of their shifts, they have a second cleaner.

This is about to change very soon, however.  The evening cleaner is about to get canned, and the morning fellow informed our immediate supervisor that he'd be interested in switching to evenings.  This puts me in the position of winding up as the morning fellow.  Or at least, that's what our immediate supervisor wants.

However,

the evening supervisor wants the morning fellow to stay right where he's at, and bring me to evenings when the current evening cleaner gets shitcanned.  So, there's going to be a bit of back-and-forth.  It's a tug-of-war, and I'm apparently going to be the rope.

I don't want to be the rope.  I want to be the evening cleaner.  But I'm sort of without a voice in the whole process, which sucks majorly, because the morning fellow has seniority over me.

Why all the pronouns and failure to name names?  Because I don't want to lose my job over my online activity!  I don't want to wind up the Unemployed Fellow Who Opened His Big Fucking Yap Online and Got Into Trouble For It!