Ranting again?
I love that feeling you get when everyone is shaking their head at you and looking down on you with disappointment. I'm not afraid. I'm not even that stressed out about it. I'm just angry, I think. I have a very bad memory. Most of the people I know take extreme measures in order to make sure I remember something. I used to get annoyed, but now I'm grateful. There are some people who will walk through things with you, and then there are people who run through things with you and don't even emphasize its importance. Lori...is a terrific teacher. She will spend an hour just going over how to use the phones and the proper things to say to customers. She makes sure I write down the things I'll most likely forget. My memory has actually gotten better thanks to her. Then, there is Tony, who is way too busy to be trying to teach me new things. He rushes through everything and sometimes doesn't even finish teaching me. So when he calls me this morning and tells me I have forgotten to do something for the last 3 months that could have led to big trouble...I'm without a clue. I can vaguely remember something about going on a website, but I've searched through all my drawers, files, and notebooks and have found no clue as to what the hell he's talking about. I don't even have the website on my favorites! I can't find the logon information. I can't even remember when he went through this. If I could guess, I'd have to say about 5 months ago.
So now, I'm wondering how much of my fault this is and how much trouble I'm in. I'm just so sick of these people always looking for a mistake from me. It's like they expect it, and in fact, they probably do due to my age. I'm tired of being treated like a ten year old! I may be the youngest person here, but I make fewer mistakes than the ones who worked this department before me. You know what really pisses me off; the ones who made daily consistent mistakes before I took over were paid loads more than I. My job just keeps expanding and more responsibilities are being thrown on top and I'm still getting paid the rate at which I started! You know, the excuse before was because I had just started and they didn't want the lady -- who was about to be replaced by me -- to get jealous. Ugh. I feel like this is the thousandth time I've ranted about this but I'm just fucking sick of being walked all over all the fucking time. You would think because I work with my father he might be able to help me out....noooo. He said something like "Life isn't fair." and I told him to stuff it.
Oh and why don't you just put some whipped cream on top of that for me because yesterday I almost had a meltdown when my father told me I wouldn't be getting paid for vacation until Christmas? Thanks for the heads up. Now I can't spend any money at all on vacation. Don't think I won't try to benefit from this in some way though; I've already started guilt tripping my father. When I ranted to my friends they pissed and moaned with me, especially since they are dependent on me to give them a ride down to Wildwood for a little vacation for all of us. They told me not worry about money since I've always been there for them when need a couple dollars or a ride home. I'm good fun to have along too, I expect.
Grrr. Crankiness will ensue even after this rant.
So now, I'm wondering how much of my fault this is and how much trouble I'm in. I'm just so sick of these people always looking for a mistake from me. It's like they expect it, and in fact, they probably do due to my age. I'm tired of being treated like a ten year old! I may be the youngest person here, but I make fewer mistakes than the ones who worked this department before me. You know what really pisses me off; the ones who made daily consistent mistakes before I took over were paid loads more than I. My job just keeps expanding and more responsibilities are being thrown on top and I'm still getting paid the rate at which I started! You know, the excuse before was because I had just started and they didn't want the lady -- who was about to be replaced by me -- to get jealous. Ugh. I feel like this is the thousandth time I've ranted about this but I'm just fucking sick of being walked all over all the fucking time. You would think because I work with my father he might be able to help me out....noooo. He said something like "Life isn't fair." and I told him to stuff it.
Oh and why don't you just put some whipped cream on top of that for me because yesterday I almost had a meltdown when my father told me I wouldn't be getting paid for vacation until Christmas? Thanks for the heads up. Now I can't spend any money at all on vacation. Don't think I won't try to benefit from this in some way though; I've already started guilt tripping my father. When I ranted to my friends they pissed and moaned with me, especially since they are dependent on me to give them a ride down to Wildwood for a little vacation for all of us. They told me not worry about money since I've always been there for them when need a couple dollars or a ride home. I'm good fun to have along too, I expect.
Grrr. Crankiness will ensue even after this rant.