Grrrr.... People!
So C, the shipping clerk & I were the only ones around during lunch, so the wharehouse manager asked us to look for a board (an electronic board that goes into the cell phone frames) with a specific serial number. It was on a specific pallet with about 114 other boards.
We did, and found it. But we stacked the boxes of all the other boards on the floor. Afterward we left the other boxes on the floor next to the pallett, because they have to be stacked back up a certain way, bound with seranwrap-like wrapping, and put up by the wharehouse receiving clerks.
So then the Wharehouse manager sends me & C an email telling us we need to stack things back on the palletts.
After which, the asshole Supervisor F, sends ME, and ONLY ME, an email saying "it better be done by the time I get back."
Well, F U!
I was already doing the audit work today because T - the audit assistant had taken the day off (previously scheduled) and THEY decided to send the main audit guy, back next door for the rest of the week. This was in addition to my regular work.
I started at the end of the day putting the boxes back on the pallett (actually tossing them), but my back was hurting bad.
I'm a fricking Executive/Administrative Assistant, NOT a wharehouse clerk! I wasn't hired to do this, I never agreed to it, and it was never discussed in my interview. Not to mention these boxes are black and dirty & the black coating rubs of on your hands. Yuck!
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And then Kelly calls: Apparently her MIL-to-be says I was nasty on her voice mail. I NEED TO DISCUSS THIS WEDDING, AND I'M A TEMPORARY AND CAN'T TAKE CALLS....
Well, yeah! I called to discuss the wedding. I said something like, "I'd like to discuss the wedding, like how much is the Minister and that we'd be willing to split her cost." And that "I'm a temporary and I can't have my phone with me at work (we can't due to ESD), and it's difficult to get ahold of me, I'm off on Thursday & Friday so I'll call you then."
I admit that I do have a very firm and brusk voice. I'm from the Midwest, that's how we talk!
But in the meantime, I've called & left her messages her 3 F*G TIMES! Why hasn't she attempted to call me!
So I called this MIL-2-B just now and left her another message. This one WAS firm. I told her that we DO need to discuss the wedding, like if there's anything else we need to do. That I AM a temporary worker and I DON'T get paid for that week off. (At least they get unemployment!)
She's met my daughter several times, and I told her that she needs to look at this from my perspective! We've NEVER met her son! (We have talked to him.) I would like to at least talk to the mother of the man who's marrying my daughter!
Yet she's called my daughter, but she can't call me?
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My SIL is still having lots of trouble at work with the wanna be Office Manager! It's a horrible work place right now. So much middle school BS going on there.
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I'm in a fricking pissy mood!
We did, and found it. But we stacked the boxes of all the other boards on the floor. Afterward we left the other boxes on the floor next to the pallett, because they have to be stacked back up a certain way, bound with seranwrap-like wrapping, and put up by the wharehouse receiving clerks.
So then the Wharehouse manager sends me & C an email telling us we need to stack things back on the palletts.
After which, the asshole Supervisor F, sends ME, and ONLY ME, an email saying "it better be done by the time I get back."
Well, F U!
I was already doing the audit work today because T - the audit assistant had taken the day off (previously scheduled) and THEY decided to send the main audit guy, back next door for the rest of the week. This was in addition to my regular work.
I started at the end of the day putting the boxes back on the pallett (actually tossing them), but my back was hurting bad.
I'm a fricking Executive/Administrative Assistant, NOT a wharehouse clerk! I wasn't hired to do this, I never agreed to it, and it was never discussed in my interview. Not to mention these boxes are black and dirty & the black coating rubs of on your hands. Yuck!
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And then Kelly calls: Apparently her MIL-to-be says I was nasty on her voice mail. I NEED TO DISCUSS THIS WEDDING, AND I'M A TEMPORARY AND CAN'T TAKE CALLS....
Well, yeah! I called to discuss the wedding. I said something like, "I'd like to discuss the wedding, like how much is the Minister and that we'd be willing to split her cost." And that "I'm a temporary and I can't have my phone with me at work (we can't due to ESD), and it's difficult to get ahold of me, I'm off on Thursday & Friday so I'll call you then."
I admit that I do have a very firm and brusk voice. I'm from the Midwest, that's how we talk!
But in the meantime, I've called & left her messages her 3 F*G TIMES! Why hasn't she attempted to call me!
So I called this MIL-2-B just now and left her another message. This one WAS firm. I told her that we DO need to discuss the wedding, like if there's anything else we need to do. That I AM a temporary worker and I DON'T get paid for that week off. (At least they get unemployment!)
She's met my daughter several times, and I told her that she needs to look at this from my perspective! We've NEVER met her son! (We have talked to him.) I would like to at least talk to the mother of the man who's marrying my daughter!
Yet she's called my daughter, but she can't call me?
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My SIL is still having lots of trouble at work with the wanna be Office Manager! It's a horrible work place right now. So much middle school BS going on there.
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I'm in a fricking pissy mood!