WARNING: downer post.
Well, here I am: cryogenically frozen in the lobby of the Comfort Inn Deland.
I didn't go to work this morning at my other weekday job because I kinda feel like crap and I detest that job in the first place.
To color the situation: I got a job last year at Publix as a cake decorator. Everything was good, or at least tolerable if not constantly joyous until our manager quit in August. The Powers That Be transferred our Assistant manager and imported a new Bakery Manager, who brought with him an Assistant and a full-time baker. Change. Humans don't like change, and our department demonstrated that at every turn.
No one liked the new regime. No one. The new manager asked us who in the department could do what job. As a show of eagerness to please and versatility, I told him that I'd do any job he needed me to in order that the transition to the new way was smooth -- I could use the hours, and a job is a job, right? So, he scheduled me to package bread a couple days a week. Then my entire schedule was bread packaging. Weeks passed, and I hadn't touched a cake at all. Also, I had to get another job to make ends' meet (the hotel gig where I am now), and when I reduced my availability, he reduced my hours. I purposely left mornings available for the bakery job because cake decorators work in the morning. Now I closed the bakery on the nights I could work, and that was it. No mornings. And when I asked him about it, he said he needed open availability. Bullshit.
This continued for another couple weeks. I went to my manager and told him that I would prefer to work in the morning, and the mornings I work I would prefer to decorate cake -- that's what I came to Publix to do. Still no change in scheduling. I went to the Assistant Store Manager for council as to what to do about it. At his suggestion I went to my manager again and flat out told him how unhappy I am doing what he has me doing, that I only offered to break from my job description temporarily to make things easier for him.
I still package bread. I can't change jobs in the middle of the holiday season, and with my family coming to stay with me I need all the money I can get. I just really don't like the way I'm being treated by this dude. I'm going to try and transfer to another department.
I've had a headache since Wednesday that vascillates between cranium-splitting and a dull throbbing, but it won't go away. (Is it possible to OD on aspirin?) I slept most of the day, but I'm still kinda tired. I had one nightmare after another. I think that has something to do with the headache thing.
On a positive note: Daniel is coming to Florida to visit his parents in a couple weeks. So, I'm going to see him -- have dinner and spend the night, I think. It'll be nice to see him again. I miss him a lot. For those who may be reading and don't know who Daniel is: shame on you! You are behind in your Brandon trivia... refer to earlier posts for details.
Speaking of dinner... I went on a date. Well, it was sort of a date. I actually had to clarify after the fact as to whether we were calling it a date or not. Anyway, Mike (that's the guy's name) is a nice guy, kind of a nerd, but nice nonetheless. He's cute. Catholic, very catholic. He makes "clever" jokes like I do. But if there's to be a romantic relationship, it's gonna be, like, years in the making. Seriously, the dude is way cautious. I can respect that, but I kinda want to feel like he's more into me than I do, you know? He actually came to Deland last week. We went to dinner, this time with Janice in tow, and we ran into a lot of people I know, so I got to introduce him around a little. I dunno, the whole thing is kinda bleh. I'm gonna let it ride, though. What have I to lose, right? Not like I've got men banging down my door or anything.
Moment of Gratitude:
To Daniel, for perking me up with his invitation to south Florida yesterday.
To those of you who made it this far. Reading the bad posts too means you're more than a fair weather friend, and I appreciate that.
Well, I guess that's enough for now. Talk to you again in a little while.
~B
I didn't go to work this morning at my other weekday job because I kinda feel like crap and I detest that job in the first place.
To color the situation: I got a job last year at Publix as a cake decorator. Everything was good, or at least tolerable if not constantly joyous until our manager quit in August. The Powers That Be transferred our Assistant manager and imported a new Bakery Manager, who brought with him an Assistant and a full-time baker. Change. Humans don't like change, and our department demonstrated that at every turn.
No one liked the new regime. No one. The new manager asked us who in the department could do what job. As a show of eagerness to please and versatility, I told him that I'd do any job he needed me to in order that the transition to the new way was smooth -- I could use the hours, and a job is a job, right? So, he scheduled me to package bread a couple days a week. Then my entire schedule was bread packaging. Weeks passed, and I hadn't touched a cake at all. Also, I had to get another job to make ends' meet (the hotel gig where I am now), and when I reduced my availability, he reduced my hours. I purposely left mornings available for the bakery job because cake decorators work in the morning. Now I closed the bakery on the nights I could work, and that was it. No mornings. And when I asked him about it, he said he needed open availability. Bullshit.
This continued for another couple weeks. I went to my manager and told him that I would prefer to work in the morning, and the mornings I work I would prefer to decorate cake -- that's what I came to Publix to do. Still no change in scheduling. I went to the Assistant Store Manager for council as to what to do about it. At his suggestion I went to my manager again and flat out told him how unhappy I am doing what he has me doing, that I only offered to break from my job description temporarily to make things easier for him.
I still package bread. I can't change jobs in the middle of the holiday season, and with my family coming to stay with me I need all the money I can get. I just really don't like the way I'm being treated by this dude. I'm going to try and transfer to another department.
I've had a headache since Wednesday that vascillates between cranium-splitting and a dull throbbing, but it won't go away. (Is it possible to OD on aspirin?) I slept most of the day, but I'm still kinda tired. I had one nightmare after another. I think that has something to do with the headache thing.
On a positive note: Daniel is coming to Florida to visit his parents in a couple weeks. So, I'm going to see him -- have dinner and spend the night, I think. It'll be nice to see him again. I miss him a lot. For those who may be reading and don't know who Daniel is: shame on you! You are behind in your Brandon trivia... refer to earlier posts for details.
Speaking of dinner... I went on a date. Well, it was sort of a date. I actually had to clarify after the fact as to whether we were calling it a date or not. Anyway, Mike (that's the guy's name) is a nice guy, kind of a nerd, but nice nonetheless. He's cute. Catholic, very catholic. He makes "clever" jokes like I do. But if there's to be a romantic relationship, it's gonna be, like, years in the making. Seriously, the dude is way cautious. I can respect that, but I kinda want to feel like he's more into me than I do, you know? He actually came to Deland last week. We went to dinner, this time with Janice in tow, and we ran into a lot of people I know, so I got to introduce him around a little. I dunno, the whole thing is kinda bleh. I'm gonna let it ride, though. What have I to lose, right? Not like I've got men banging down my door or anything.
Moment of Gratitude:
To Daniel, for perking me up with his invitation to south Florida yesterday.
To those of you who made it this far. Reading the bad posts too means you're more than a fair weather friend, and I appreciate that.
Well, I guess that's enough for now. Talk to you again in a little while.
~B