The world of a working mom...
... is basically sad in one word: "ugh".
Okay, so it's more onomotopeia, but you get the gist.
I've been roped into working 8 1/2-9 hour daze for weeks now, being that we've been slow on help. It should taper off in the coming weeks seeing as they FINALLY took Kelly up on hiring her friend Treasure for an afternoon position; this also makes it easier, hopefully, for getting my birthday days off, seeing as she might be able to come in for me on the Thursday/Friday I wanted off to go to Salem (yippee!!). I'll hafta ask of course, but it's all good.
The girl w'ed hired when Amanda left is nice, I have nothing personal against her at all. But working wise? Aw shit, man. Lol, I know that's so ghetto of me, (lol), but it's true. She comes in habitually 10-15 minutes late 90% of the time, and when she gets there she seems useless and really quite ornery. Plus she has certain days she can't work, thus my bosses asked me to stay 'til 5:30 on Wednesdays, THUS I've been wrung dry of ability. The newest girl, hired for the baby room, is 7 months pregnant and now is too stressed (after two days...) to work the whole day. Lucky for me the new girl was hired and I won't be asked for the "hey, we're backing out on your Wednesdays she was supposed to take over for at least half the time" deal breaker. I won't be working until 5:30 unless someone calls out on emergency, like for Eileen. She's always been pretty darn dependable, so I'll usually cover for her if I can.
Whatever happened to the idea that when you applied for a job you took the hours they gave you, seeing as you are there as THEIR need, their work schedule? Yes, I know people have kids or other jobs or school or WHATEVER, but STILL. Kelly manages to be a working mom AND work at Stop and Shop, while I myself am a working mom who'd like to get out on her time. Meanwhile, someone who's worked one day takes off at one o'clock, being catered to like some grand lady. I talked it over with Kelly; how when people first start and the place is desperate for help, they'll be catered to to the nines so they don't leave. Sandy, who's been working there for almost ten years, was ready to be coverage for Erin (one o'clocker) to keep her happy if she wanted to leave. Problem was, if she didn't stay until 5:30 as promised for this Friday (Eileen has been her coverage at one, but couldn't come in early yesterday for her) Kelly and I would have taken the brunt of it; Kelly had to have Noah ready for his visit with Dad and couldn't reasonably stay until 4:30 to do so, and I'm damned sorry but I worked 'til 5:30 Weds. and was stuck until 5:15 because Mackenzie's parents were late due to traffic and I couldn't leave the next day. When Sandy (boss) asked me yesterday "Did anyone ask you to stay until 5:30?" I just looked at her with a half smile and said "nooo,". I made it quite clear that I was sick of being the "fall guy" for mistakes, teachers being late/not there, etc. Not in a mean way, but I still made it crystal.
So yes, "ugh". Ugh, triple ugh. I'm so fucking glad the weekend has come, even though it will feel like an afternoon's worth of free time. It always does. Then it's back to Monday, with T. being the pain in the butt per usual, kids being late and screwing up my day, L. and his really nutritious lunches (have 'Lunchables' been declared as the new food group? Hmmm...) and bitching over my shelf to Kelly, my only adult outlet for most of the day.
But Monday brings a new tacher. ANd my 'ugh' shall turn to 'see ya'. :)
Okay, so it's more onomotopeia, but you get the gist.
I've been roped into working 8 1/2-9 hour daze for weeks now, being that we've been slow on help. It should taper off in the coming weeks seeing as they FINALLY took Kelly up on hiring her friend Treasure for an afternoon position; this also makes it easier, hopefully, for getting my birthday days off, seeing as she might be able to come in for me on the Thursday/Friday I wanted off to go to Salem (yippee!!). I'll hafta ask of course, but it's all good.
The girl w'ed hired when Amanda left is nice, I have nothing personal against her at all. But working wise? Aw shit, man. Lol, I know that's so ghetto of me, (lol), but it's true. She comes in habitually 10-15 minutes late 90% of the time, and when she gets there she seems useless and really quite ornery. Plus she has certain days she can't work, thus my bosses asked me to stay 'til 5:30 on Wednesdays, THUS I've been wrung dry of ability. The newest girl, hired for the baby room, is 7 months pregnant and now is too stressed (after two days...) to work the whole day. Lucky for me the new girl was hired and I won't be asked for the "hey, we're backing out on your Wednesdays she was supposed to take over for at least half the time" deal breaker. I won't be working until 5:30 unless someone calls out on emergency, like for Eileen. She's always been pretty darn dependable, so I'll usually cover for her if I can.
Whatever happened to the idea that when you applied for a job you took the hours they gave you, seeing as you are there as THEIR need, their work schedule? Yes, I know people have kids or other jobs or school or WHATEVER, but STILL. Kelly manages to be a working mom AND work at Stop and Shop, while I myself am a working mom who'd like to get out on her time. Meanwhile, someone who's worked one day takes off at one o'clock, being catered to like some grand lady. I talked it over with Kelly; how when people first start and the place is desperate for help, they'll be catered to to the nines so they don't leave. Sandy, who's been working there for almost ten years, was ready to be coverage for Erin (one o'clocker) to keep her happy if she wanted to leave. Problem was, if she didn't stay until 5:30 as promised for this Friday (Eileen has been her coverage at one, but couldn't come in early yesterday for her) Kelly and I would have taken the brunt of it; Kelly had to have Noah ready for his visit with Dad and couldn't reasonably stay until 4:30 to do so, and I'm damned sorry but I worked 'til 5:30 Weds. and was stuck until 5:15 because Mackenzie's parents were late due to traffic and I couldn't leave the next day. When Sandy (boss) asked me yesterday "Did anyone ask you to stay until 5:30?" I just looked at her with a half smile and said "nooo,". I made it quite clear that I was sick of being the "fall guy" for mistakes, teachers being late/not there, etc. Not in a mean way, but I still made it crystal.
So yes, "ugh". Ugh, triple ugh. I'm so fucking glad the weekend has come, even though it will feel like an afternoon's worth of free time. It always does. Then it's back to Monday, with T. being the pain in the butt per usual, kids being late and screwing up my day, L. and his really nutritious lunches (have 'Lunchables' been declared as the new food group? Hmmm...) and bitching over my shelf to Kelly, my only adult outlet for most of the day.
But Monday brings a new tacher. ANd my 'ugh' shall turn to 'see ya'. :)