Work
I am unbelievably irritated with my manager right now. This morning, my direct supervisor (The Teller Operations Specialist) called in sick. This left myself and the SSS as the only two people at the teller line, until the afternoon when I would be replaced by the Senior Teller, Yasmeen.
Tomorrow (Tuesday) I knew that the only people scheduled were Yasmeen and the Teller Operation Specialist, Pam. Gary, the SSS, would be at training and thus unable to be at the teller line and Tuesdays are my day off (I get two days off, Tuesday and Sunday). Seeing this I decided to be nice and mention to Gary, "Hey, if Pam calls in sick tomorrow, I can work in the afternoon." After all, just one teller for a whole day would be about the same as shooting poor Yasmeen in the head.
Gary thanks me and goes off to mention it to the Bank Manager, Carol.
Gary then returns and says, "Hey, I spoke to Carol, regardless of whether Pam calls in sick tomorrow you're coming in at 11."
"Woah, wait, what? I said if Pam called in sick I would come in... how did this turn into me not getting my day off for no reason?"
"Well, you could use the money, so its all good."
"No Gary, I Couldn't. I'm actually quite comfortable financially. I would rather have my day off. I said I would come in if it was needed, but if Pam doesn't call in sick, I'm not needed."
"Yeah, but I'll be at training so it'll just be Yasmeen and Pam. So the schedule has changed see... and so we need you."
"The schedule hasn't changed. See, it says 'Gary - Training' right here. I only get two days off Gary. Seriously, if Pam doesn't call in sick I don't want to come in."
"Well, Carol's left for the day. She's suppose to come back this afternoon."
"Fine. Have her call me."
I am so pissed off about this. I get precious little time to spend with my girlfriend and friends as it is. I resent them believing that working six days a week is a favor from them to me. That somehow my coming in tomorrow is exactly what I want because clearly I need the money (I've explained to them at least a dozen times that I don't work there for the money, I work there for the benefits). I resent that any time I mention that it's been a hard day of work or that I'm tired my manager berrates me because "back in her day, she would work three different teller lines at once, and we didn't have half hour breaks, and I peed liquid awesome." A little basic gratitude and human respect goes a long way.
If I keep thinking about this she's going to call this afternoon and I'm going to have worked myself into such a ball of anger that I'm just going to quit then and there. I must find something else to occupy my mind.
Tomorrow (Tuesday) I knew that the only people scheduled were Yasmeen and the Teller Operation Specialist, Pam. Gary, the SSS, would be at training and thus unable to be at the teller line and Tuesdays are my day off (I get two days off, Tuesday and Sunday). Seeing this I decided to be nice and mention to Gary, "Hey, if Pam calls in sick tomorrow, I can work in the afternoon." After all, just one teller for a whole day would be about the same as shooting poor Yasmeen in the head.
Gary thanks me and goes off to mention it to the Bank Manager, Carol.
Gary then returns and says, "Hey, I spoke to Carol, regardless of whether Pam calls in sick tomorrow you're coming in at 11."
"Woah, wait, what? I said if Pam called in sick I would come in... how did this turn into me not getting my day off for no reason?"
"Well, you could use the money, so its all good."
"No Gary, I Couldn't. I'm actually quite comfortable financially. I would rather have my day off. I said I would come in if it was needed, but if Pam doesn't call in sick, I'm not needed."
"Yeah, but I'll be at training so it'll just be Yasmeen and Pam. So the schedule has changed see... and so we need you."
"The schedule hasn't changed. See, it says 'Gary - Training' right here. I only get two days off Gary. Seriously, if Pam doesn't call in sick I don't want to come in."
"Well, Carol's left for the day. She's suppose to come back this afternoon."
"Fine. Have her call me."
I am so pissed off about this. I get precious little time to spend with my girlfriend and friends as it is. I resent them believing that working six days a week is a favor from them to me. That somehow my coming in tomorrow is exactly what I want because clearly I need the money (I've explained to them at least a dozen times that I don't work there for the money, I work there for the benefits). I resent that any time I mention that it's been a hard day of work or that I'm tired my manager berrates me because "back in her day, she would work three different teller lines at once, and we didn't have half hour breaks, and I peed liquid awesome." A little basic gratitude and human respect goes a long way.
If I keep thinking about this she's going to call this afternoon and I'm going to have worked myself into such a ball of anger that I'm just going to quit then and there. I must find something else to occupy my mind.