I haven’t even been a Target employee for a full month. That right there should show you how much I hate it. And it’s not unjustified either. My birthday is Thursday and even though I had it off, one of my coworkers suggested I take my availability off as well. So I did last week. What do I find when I look at my schedule today? A big fat fucking shift scheduled for– can you guess?– Thursday, June 18th. My birthday. The day my parents took off from work to drive two hours to see me. The day my boyfriend took off from work to spend the day with me forcing him to work two extra double shifts the rest of the week. When I confronted (very friendly-like too I might add) the human resources lady she told me that her hands were tied and there was nothing she could do except put my name down on the shift change sheet which is no guarantee.