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TheByc'sBlog My Many Hats 2009-06-12 9:27 PM What a Day... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (2) |
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It started bad last night, when I was finished posting here. I got up to head to bed, when I realised I needed to do a load of laundry prior to going to work. I would need to stay up for at least 45 minutes, so I can transfer that to the dryer...ugh...I was so tired. I woke up, took a shower, and prepared to leave the house. Since I had actually put my work shoes away after work on Wednesday, they were not in plain sight this morning. (note to self: don't put them away again) Once I arrived at work, ...yeah, I realised they were still at home. I went in, and asked the manager in charge if things were okay enough for me to return home for them. She assured me all was well, she had plenty of crew. I would not be able to work in motorcycle riding boots an entire day, besides I could slip and fall pretty easily. I told her I would go as quickly as I could, but at 7am, the traffic would be horrendous. Even the backroads will take time to cover, as I try not to speed through Briar. (well known for tickets). I told her I would be late... It took me 45 mintues to do that round trip and be ready to work. Since I was originally 15 mintues early, I now had no time to grab a quick breakfast. I hate being behind the eight-ball all day, and I felt it was the beginning of a very frustrating day. I then tried to do somewhat of a pre-shift check of the place, but when I got to what breaks were needed, I found that 4 prople had come in at 3am, and each of them needed their meal breaks. Since I cannot do that all at the same time, I was waaaayyyyy behind that proverbialy eight-ball now. I chose one of the crew, and just said GO...GO NOW! After 15 minutes, I sent the second one, knowing that at 8:00 I would add 2 more, plus that first one would return. It took a while, but I was able to get the breaks back on track. I then took my meal break as my first break, as it would be pretty hard for it to come at lunch time anyway, and since I missed breakfast, I was hungry. I got my meal, and went to the breakroom and sat down. The boss then came in and asked this question (mind you she had just arrived herself, and this was our first metting of the day) "How are things going today? How do you feel about this store? Do you feel you are fitting in well?" I sat quietly, thinking hard to myself...Do I answer these questions truthfully? Do you think she really wants to hear all this bottled up crap first thing on a Friday morning?...I should just get it out now, and be done with it, not like me to hold things in. Kill her or cure her....get it over with...Can't I just sit and eat, and take my break, dammit? Of course we were then stuck in there, chatting for 45 minutes. I was pretty late from my 30 minute break. I was able to manually clock myself in on the computer later. I told her the stuff I have been writing about for days. That I feel as if I should just go look for another job, that her motivational tactics just piss me off. I left nothing out, and got it all out. I learned that she was doing a decent job of convincing me that she really does want me there, that she has plans of using my expertise in several areas. That when she writes messages to 'all managers' she tries to do it in broken English, that the Hispanics can comprehend better, since 7 of nine are ESL. I tell her that threatening no wage increase for me does not motivate me. She says it does motivate them. I say it makes me want to leave... So, we will see if anything good comes of that, She thanked me for being frank and honest. I told her there are few instances where I will leave a gray area. I told her that cleanliness is not a forte of mine, I would rather concentrate on speed and accuracy, but keep up on the cleaning. I will not be wiping oil off of an oil vat prior to serving customers. -deep sigh- My pay stub did not make it in the CP envelope, so I took a ride to TL to see if it was in with their payroll. I was greeted warmly, and with many hugs, and missing me's...One day I will return there...I stayed and chatted for a while, found some paperwork that I need to get a program rolling, made copies of it, and then my real riding adventure started. There was a lot of traffic, waiting to get to the freeway onramp. There is a half mile stretch that encorporates 3 traffic signals, and we were all just inching along. The car behind me switched lanes, and the mini-suv thing came up fast on my tail, and stopped short. I kept my bike in first gear, watching her, so I could take off to an escape route if needed. This woman was reading a book at red lights. READING A BOOK! WITH A MOTORCYCLE IN FRONT OF HER! ME! I was so angry, I wanted to get out of her way at all costs. I could choose the left-turn lane, or cut in front of the faster moving right hand lane, which was in itself was suicidal. I finally elected to keep my eyes on her, and stay obscenely to the left side of the lane, so I had that turn lane to dive into. She continued reading...when we finally had two left turns onto the freeway itself, I made her choose first, and I just took the other lane. I stopped short, and just glared at her, while parked next to her. Where is a cop when you need one? I wanted to kick her car, but I didn't want to interupt her reading, which she was still doing. ugh... Mike and I went to Panda Express for dinner...by the time I got home, I just didn't want to do anything... |
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