Stayin' Late? Hells no.

Mmmm yeeeah, overtime's a bitch. And that's why I straight-up refuse to work it.

Yes, I'm a bitch too, but, I'm a bitch with principles. And the principle of the matter is: I work Monday to Friday from 9 to 5.
That's what they told me in the interview and that's what I'm gonna do.

I might consider working late, with a little advance notice, but, the way this joint operates...it just doesn't happen.

Here's how shit usually goes down:

1. The night receptionist will call in sick at, say, 1PM.
2. I transfer her to the boss.
3. Boss will buzz down to me at, say, 4:55PM and ask me if I can cover her shift.
4. No fuckin' way.

Bossy boss had 4 hours to give me some notice. And if you think I am going to make any one's life easy when they can't even extend me a common courtesy, then you're fuckin' nuts.

Had I gotten a request at 1PM, I might have agreed.

But, Mama Bitch didn't raise no fool.