Sentences with phrase «staff hours again»

However, in other GAME news, the retail outlet has apparently cut staff hours again in order to rein in its outgoings.

Not exact matches

The 2018 minimum wage increase to $ 14 an hour in Ontario, expected to rise again in 2019, for example, might cause some small businesses to have to cut hours or reduce staff to make up for the expense.

You will be encouraged to try to walk again within 24 hours of your caesarean section, with the help of the nursing staff.

After hours of veterinary care and kindness from our OK Humane Staff to help him trust humans again, we are excited that Gravy was adopted by the Dickinson family at the Mary Eddy Jones Adoption Center.

For our doctors, our veterinary technicians, and our entire staff, these awards serve to remind us why we do what we do... why we put in extra hours and effort, why we strive to go the extra mile, and why we look forward to doing it all over again the next day.

TV's failed and it took the staff over 24 hours to get them working again (which made for a very boring night in the room)

We were picked up from airport by resort staff despite flight delayed by 3 hours, check - in was simple and quick, room was clean with good facilities and air con, close by shopping mall, easy access by short walk or tricycle, some good local bars / eateries close by but you will have to use tricycle and the riders help you a lot, will definitely come back again.

Docked at the resort we were again treated to warm welcomes, all luggage moved to our villa and a happy hour to meet the rest of the staff and guests.

because that's what I did until I was first of ALL my friends in ALL the tracks, and I still am, so Mr. Drew and ZTGD staff, it's time for you to go back and do better times so I can curse for hours trying to beat you all... again!

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.