I asked for today off this week. That left five possible days I could work. Through the course of those five days, the bank will be open for 42.25 hours. I will be there for all but 4.5 of those hours. Though I have repeatedly asked to be on the schedule for less than 30 hours each week (because I'm lying to the student loan people if I work more than 30 hours, and it's not good to lie to people whom you owe $20k), I'm working 37.75 hours. Thank God I asked for Monday off! This is ridiculous, and it's abusing my kindness. I could easily have given my two week's notice three weeks ago, but I didn't want to leave them in the lurch while our full-time teller is in training. I guess that's my own fault, but it makes me bitter and angry, nonetheless.