Scapegoat
If you want, read these for more of a backstory.
http://co-workers-suck.livejournal.com/2152522.html
http://co-workers-suck.livejournal.com/2154480.html
I've now come to the conclusion that I'm a scapegoat. I was told by a co-worker that management think I'm lazy, have a bad attitude because I'm too miserable and never smile, that I'm riling other co-workers up the wrong way because I'm too negative, look like I don't want to be there, the list could go on and on and on. And apparently, yesterday, someone had got some boxes out from the delivery, opened them up, and instead of putting the stock out, just priced the garments and put them back in the box. My co-worker told me that management asked her to "put the boxes of stock out because *charuby* has just shoved them back in the boxes because she can't be bothered to do her job". The fucking NERVE. Guess what? It wasn't me! My coworker stuck up for me and asked them how they knew it was me, and they said it was most likely me, because I'm lazy and don't want to work.
A lot of other things also happened today.
I was asked to do the washing up. So I went to the staff area and washed a load of cups and plates that had just been piled into the washing up bowl. There was coffee and gone off milk in the bottom of the bowl and the stuff had just been sitting there since last week. I had to get everything out, swill all the coffee/tea/milk down the sink, scrub all the gone-off substances off the bowl, rinse it, and then wash everything. I had to wash everything so thoroughly because it was disgusting. About ten minutes later, my co-worker from above came in to the staff area. The supervisor told her to check up on me. I don't need checking up on. I'm 28. I know how to wash up. Apparently I take too long to wash up.
A few hours later, after my co-worker had gone, the supervisor left me on the shop floor to do everything. She had paperwork to do so I didn't mind. Has to be done. But it was manic. I had a load of customers, and every time I tried to tidy up, customers would just mess everything up again. I finally managed to keep on top of things, but barely. I thought I'd tidy the rails first, then start on the tables of folded clothes. Supervisor came in finally and said the shop was a mess, what have I been doing? The shop was tidy for the most part, I just hadn't gotten round to tidying the tables of folded clothes and a few bits of menswear. So I told her what I'd been doing, and she said that the tables need top priority, do those first. So I stopped everything else and started on the tables. Then, about half an hour later, she came back in and told me that the rails were messy and should take top priority. WHAT THE FUCK.
I managed to get everything tidied, except for a few areas in menswear. Time was ticking by and I hadn't swept the floor yet, so I thought I'd get that out of the way, and then finish up with the menswear. Supervisor came in again and wanted to know why I was sweeping the floor when the clothes weren't finished being tidied. I told her my plans. She didn't like them. She said that tidying takes priority over sweeping (even though I got told off a few weeks ago by the boss, because I never sweep the floor, when I actually do) and then she started tidying menswear herself, sighing and moaning as she went, as if it was a huge inconvenience.
I know that I barely scraped by getting my jobs done, but the supervisor has to bear in mind that it was busy, that the customers needed seeing to, that I had to serve them, tidy up after them, that some customers were just plain messy and tearing around the place like tornadoes, that I had to tidy the ENTIRE shop ON MY OWN, as well as deal with the customers, that I had to sweep as well... I'm one person. I managed it, barely, but apparently I'm lazy and do nothing...
Nothing's ever right. I never get praised, and now it seems that they're intent on blaming me for other people's mistakes as well. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
http://co-workers-suck.livejournal.com/2152522.html
http://co-workers-suck.livejournal.com/2154480.html
I've now come to the conclusion that I'm a scapegoat. I was told by a co-worker that management think I'm lazy, have a bad attitude because I'm too miserable and never smile, that I'm riling other co-workers up the wrong way because I'm too negative, look like I don't want to be there, the list could go on and on and on. And apparently, yesterday, someone had got some boxes out from the delivery, opened them up, and instead of putting the stock out, just priced the garments and put them back in the box. My co-worker told me that management asked her to "put the boxes of stock out because *charuby* has just shoved them back in the boxes because she can't be bothered to do her job". The fucking NERVE. Guess what? It wasn't me! My coworker stuck up for me and asked them how they knew it was me, and they said it was most likely me, because I'm lazy and don't want to work.
A lot of other things also happened today.
I was asked to do the washing up. So I went to the staff area and washed a load of cups and plates that had just been piled into the washing up bowl. There was coffee and gone off milk in the bottom of the bowl and the stuff had just been sitting there since last week. I had to get everything out, swill all the coffee/tea/milk down the sink, scrub all the gone-off substances off the bowl, rinse it, and then wash everything. I had to wash everything so thoroughly because it was disgusting. About ten minutes later, my co-worker from above came in to the staff area. The supervisor told her to check up on me. I don't need checking up on. I'm 28. I know how to wash up. Apparently I take too long to wash up.
A few hours later, after my co-worker had gone, the supervisor left me on the shop floor to do everything. She had paperwork to do so I didn't mind. Has to be done. But it was manic. I had a load of customers, and every time I tried to tidy up, customers would just mess everything up again. I finally managed to keep on top of things, but barely. I thought I'd tidy the rails first, then start on the tables of folded clothes. Supervisor came in finally and said the shop was a mess, what have I been doing? The shop was tidy for the most part, I just hadn't gotten round to tidying the tables of folded clothes and a few bits of menswear. So I told her what I'd been doing, and she said that the tables need top priority, do those first. So I stopped everything else and started on the tables. Then, about half an hour later, she came back in and told me that the rails were messy and should take top priority. WHAT THE FUCK.
I managed to get everything tidied, except for a few areas in menswear. Time was ticking by and I hadn't swept the floor yet, so I thought I'd get that out of the way, and then finish up with the menswear. Supervisor came in again and wanted to know why I was sweeping the floor when the clothes weren't finished being tidied. I told her my plans. She didn't like them. She said that tidying takes priority over sweeping (even though I got told off a few weeks ago by the boss, because I never sweep the floor, when I actually do) and then she started tidying menswear herself, sighing and moaning as she went, as if it was a huge inconvenience.
I know that I barely scraped by getting my jobs done, but the supervisor has to bear in mind that it was busy, that the customers needed seeing to, that I had to serve them, tidy up after them, that some customers were just plain messy and tearing around the place like tornadoes, that I had to tidy the ENTIRE shop ON MY OWN, as well as deal with the customers, that I had to sweep as well... I'm one person. I managed it, barely, but apparently I'm lazy and do nothing...
Nothing's ever right. I never get praised, and now it seems that they're intent on blaming me for other people's mistakes as well. I don't know how much longer I can take this.