Someone just kill me
So today was a spectacuarly wretched day. This morning at work, Karen brought up the fact that I was only supposed to be working MWF for the first month and they have too many people in the morning, and I said that was the situation at one point but then it kept changing and I didn't know what was actually going on. So then Julie calls me into her "office" and basically kicks me off the MWF shift. But as a small consolation I can work Tuesday and Thursday mornings instead. But this is still yanking $30 off each paycheck. So I'm extremely upset about this, because money is already tight as it is. But not only do I now get less money, I don't get to work with Rose anymore. And it's also screwing up my schedule a bit as well.
But what pisses me off the most is that I'M the one changing shifts and getting less money, and there's another girl who does waaay less work than I do, but she's staying put. I come in around 8:50ish, and I start the flats and letters when I get there. Rose gets in a little after 9:00, and we finish them together. Then we do all the look-ups that we have and get the mailbags ready and label the bins and stuff. And if the mail truck comes before 11:00 when we're still there, we are the main people sorting the packages in the loading dock. This other girl, Jasmine, comes in at 10:00. First thing she does? Eats her breakfast. Never mind that there's some mail that has to be resorted, she's gotta eat her cheese and crackers. And then half the time she doesn't help in the loading dock, she'd rather sort letters inside. (which can always be done later, fyi) And when she does help with packages, she moves a lot slower than Rose and I do.
But Julie doesn't think it would be more efficient to move Jasmine, it's better to move me. The one who actually does work. Right. That makes sense. So that put me in a horrible mood all day, because I'm already stressed out about money as it is, this SO did not help. And then I've been in a weird mood because of what happened Saturday. And in my Women & Writing class we're doing a section about women's bodies, so I had to read all these essays about women bitching about crap and some of them bothered me and actually made me more self-conscious about things I wasn't even insecure of before. Today I've just been really thin skinned and everything is rubbing me the wrong way. I just wish things could settled down and not stress me out 24/7. Is that really too much to ask?
But what pisses me off the most is that I'M the one changing shifts and getting less money, and there's another girl who does waaay less work than I do, but she's staying put. I come in around 8:50ish, and I start the flats and letters when I get there. Rose gets in a little after 9:00, and we finish them together. Then we do all the look-ups that we have and get the mailbags ready and label the bins and stuff. And if the mail truck comes before 11:00 when we're still there, we are the main people sorting the packages in the loading dock. This other girl, Jasmine, comes in at 10:00. First thing she does? Eats her breakfast. Never mind that there's some mail that has to be resorted, she's gotta eat her cheese and crackers. And then half the time she doesn't help in the loading dock, she'd rather sort letters inside. (which can always be done later, fyi) And when she does help with packages, she moves a lot slower than Rose and I do.
But Julie doesn't think it would be more efficient to move Jasmine, it's better to move me. The one who actually does work. Right. That makes sense. So that put me in a horrible mood all day, because I'm already stressed out about money as it is, this SO did not help. And then I've been in a weird mood because of what happened Saturday. And in my Women & Writing class we're doing a section about women's bodies, so I had to read all these essays about women bitching about crap and some of them bothered me and actually made me more self-conscious about things I wasn't even insecure of before. Today I've just been really thin skinned and everything is rubbing me the wrong way. I just wish things could settled down and not stress me out 24/7. Is that really too much to ask?