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Well, here's a continuation of last night's gripe session...
I was thinking about our new supervisor. She took over the position last May and ever since she has been making lots of changes - some for the better, some for the worst. One thing that is making me rather angry is that she informs us at each meeting we have that we were hired into our positions to have open availability... to be able to work ANYTIME. Actually, she was not the one that hired any of us - our former supervisor hired us into our positions and hired us uniquely for our shifts (either second or third shift). So now this new supervisor is mixing us all around, asking everyone if they can work third shift, etc.
When I got to work yesterday, she called me into her office to ask about my schedule. I told her when I could work and she asked, "And what about third shift?" I can't say no, but I was like, "Well, it would be real difficult to work third shift and then go to school in the morning." I told her I could cover every now and then, but absoultely not on a regular basis. She said okay. Then later that night, she called me at work after she went home to ask if I could work next Tuesday on a third shift. I wanted to say, "Hell no, bitch." But did I say that? Of course not. I agreed. But if I had told her I couldn't, then she would have thrown the lecture at me about being available at all times and then probably would have written me up or something. I should be okay to work that third shift next Tuesday, though I'm not sure what kind of shape I'll be in. I have class Tuesday afternoon until 2:30 p.m., I'll come home and (try to) sleep until 11:00, work 12am - 8am Wednesday morning, go to class from 9am-11am, then work at the store from 5pm-close. My entire sleep schedule is going to be thrown off.
Don't get me wrong - I like my job at the shelter, generally speaking. But here lately, I've been getting ideas in my head of quitting. I've been there for two years and I make the same hourly pay as this girl who started one month ago (pay raises for part-time employees are not included in their $5 million budget). So I feel that while I'm the one training people, I have added work duties, and I'm in charge of every shift I work, I'm not appreciated. In the two years I've been there, I've never called in sick, never been as much as one minute late, and I've always been willing to do extra work. And what do I get in return? Nothing. Maybe a great letter of recommendation when I leave, but what's that? I'm getting to the point where I'm ready to say to hell with it all.
But then again, I'm just complaining. I used to love both my jobs (yes, believe it or not there was a time when I liked working at the store). And now I loathe them both. Speaking of the store, there's a girl I work with at the shelter who lives in Ohio county and saw Kathy B. at her clothing store in Beaver Dam! It was so funny because this girl did an impression of Kathy and she hit it perfectly! I miss Kathy... I think it was after she left that I started hating my job at the store. But I digress... Back to the point.
I hate my jobs.
I was thinking about our new supervisor. She took over the position last May and ever since she has been making lots of changes - some for the better, some for the worst. One thing that is making me rather angry is that she informs us at each meeting we have that we were hired into our positions to have open availability... to be able to work ANYTIME. Actually, she was not the one that hired any of us - our former supervisor hired us into our positions and hired us uniquely for our shifts (either second or third shift). So now this new supervisor is mixing us all around, asking everyone if they can work third shift, etc.
When I got to work yesterday, she called me into her office to ask about my schedule. I told her when I could work and she asked, "And what about third shift?" I can't say no, but I was like, "Well, it would be real difficult to work third shift and then go to school in the morning." I told her I could cover every now and then, but absoultely not on a regular basis. She said okay. Then later that night, she called me at work after she went home to ask if I could work next Tuesday on a third shift. I wanted to say, "Hell no, bitch." But did I say that? Of course not. I agreed. But if I had told her I couldn't, then she would have thrown the lecture at me about being available at all times and then probably would have written me up or something. I should be okay to work that third shift next Tuesday, though I'm not sure what kind of shape I'll be in. I have class Tuesday afternoon until 2:30 p.m., I'll come home and (try to) sleep until 11:00, work 12am - 8am Wednesday morning, go to class from 9am-11am, then work at the store from 5pm-close. My entire sleep schedule is going to be thrown off.
Don't get me wrong - I like my job at the shelter, generally speaking. But here lately, I've been getting ideas in my head of quitting. I've been there for two years and I make the same hourly pay as this girl who started one month ago (pay raises for part-time employees are not included in their $5 million budget). So I feel that while I'm the one training people, I have added work duties, and I'm in charge of every shift I work, I'm not appreciated. In the two years I've been there, I've never called in sick, never been as much as one minute late, and I've always been willing to do extra work. And what do I get in return? Nothing. Maybe a great letter of recommendation when I leave, but what's that? I'm getting to the point where I'm ready to say to hell with it all.
But then again, I'm just complaining. I used to love both my jobs (yes, believe it or not there was a time when I liked working at the store). And now I loathe them both. Speaking of the store, there's a girl I work with at the shelter who lives in Ohio county and saw Kathy B. at her clothing store in Beaver Dam! It was so funny because this girl did an impression of Kathy and she hit it perfectly! I miss Kathy... I think it was after she left that I started hating my job at the store. But I digress... Back to the point.
I hate my jobs.