that kind of a day
The supe screamed and screamed. She reviled me, not just cussed me out, but denigrated my skills and my appropriateness for my job, at full volume, in the middle of the kitchen, to the boss and his boss. When I asked her questions, she answered with scorn and no real answer. She threw her hands up in the air and walked away from me oh, probably six times.
After she left (early, of course), I went to the director's office, where he and the assistant were already meeting. They waved me in and I told my side of things. They both told me they were fine with my work, and with me. We talked for probably 45 minutes. then I think I made the whole meeting worthwhile; I told them about the supe being wrong.
This morning I came to work with a plan, which she insists I do not, and she subverted it by serving two slices of french toast when the portion is only one. I was, of course, instantly behind by half. I told the server that the portion was one, and that the campers could come back if they wished. She countermanded my order and insisted that the portion was two slices and that I was trying to get her to lower her standards and she wasn't going to do that. So I fought to stay caught up.
When the manager came in, I asked her what the portion was. She corrected the supe, and the stage for my day was set. Screaming borderline-abusive obstructive unhelpful derogatory bullshit and blaming me and everybody else for how bad things were. (Things were bad, but not that bad.) Then she topped it off with bitching about me, in my presence, to the bosses. Better yet, in front of the whole crew. She continues to undermine me and call her unqualified drinking buddy "chef."
Then the satellite installer was supposed to be here between 08:00 and noon -- and he just called to say he's on his way and will be here by 18:30. Because of that, I am missing New Mexico green chile enchiladas homemade by a visiting New Mexican at G and J's house. I admit, I am not fit company tonight anyway.
The boss pointed out that I have an avenue that he does not. He can counsel the supe until he's blue in the face and she can just go on being her c-word self. I can go to HR, and he can't, and she can't touch me for it. And guess what? Everything I have written about her over the last year can be used against her.
After she left (early, of course), I went to the director's office, where he and the assistant were already meeting. They waved me in and I told my side of things. They both told me they were fine with my work, and with me. We talked for probably 45 minutes. then I think I made the whole meeting worthwhile; I told them about the supe being wrong.
This morning I came to work with a plan, which she insists I do not, and she subverted it by serving two slices of french toast when the portion is only one. I was, of course, instantly behind by half. I told the server that the portion was one, and that the campers could come back if they wished. She countermanded my order and insisted that the portion was two slices and that I was trying to get her to lower her standards and she wasn't going to do that. So I fought to stay caught up.
When the manager came in, I asked her what the portion was. She corrected the supe, and the stage for my day was set. Screaming borderline-abusive obstructive unhelpful derogatory bullshit and blaming me and everybody else for how bad things were. (Things were bad, but not that bad.) Then she topped it off with bitching about me, in my presence, to the bosses. Better yet, in front of the whole crew. She continues to undermine me and call her unqualified drinking buddy "chef."
Then the satellite installer was supposed to be here between 08:00 and noon -- and he just called to say he's on his way and will be here by 18:30. Because of that, I am missing New Mexico green chile enchiladas homemade by a visiting New Mexican at G and J's house. I admit, I am not fit company tonight anyway.
The boss pointed out that I have an avenue that he does not. He can counsel the supe until he's blue in the face and she can just go on being her c-word self. I can go to HR, and he can't, and she can't touch me for it. And guess what? Everything I have written about her over the last year can be used against her.