Another day at the office
Today, I was met with TWO write-ups upon arriving at work. I guess that shows what a great worker and employee I am to have managed to garner two written notices of errant behaviour in one day and reminded that both *could* be cause for immediate dismissal. The first crime, accepting a cash till from the store manager and not insisting it be counted. Of course, I had just watched her count the till out before me. While I caught the paper coming out of the printer moments later, she placed an extra $10 bill back into the till. So, of course, my till came up over that amount. That led to a screw-up with the deposit being short the amount I wasn't actually 'over' in my till. Unfortunately, for all involved, once figures are entered into the computer, there is NO EARTHLY way to fix a mistake. What to do? Oh, I don't know, maybe fire the employee?
The second crime? I now know to count the till even if I've just watched someone else count the till. So, I count the till and discover a Susan B. Anthony coin in the quarters. I point that out and get told "It's your fault! You must have left it in the till yesterday." Right. Let's ignore the fact that at least 4 other people had access to that till after I left it the previous night, quite certain there was no Susan B. Anthony dollar coin in the quarters because I would have traded a quarter for it myself to make the dang thing right. I leave the coin in the quarters bin exactly where I found it. Yes, the store manager told me to take the overage. I didn't because it wasn't my overage and trading coins/bills against what is in the tills is against company policy. The store manager is now ranting that 'she' got unfairly stuck with a 75 cent overage when she used the till herself. Why did she not just give the Susan B. in change as a quarter. It might have actually made someone's day.
I've been SET UP and I know it. And I complain about it by pointing out that I don't like being asked to falsify time clock records so that other assistant managers don't get in trouble for violating company policy. The store manager blames me for that, too.
At this point, I am wondering who put the giant bull's eye on my forehead and whether the world will for once stop taking aim at me.
Company policy states that no employee purchases are to be made past 7:00 pm. So, the girl who worked until 8:00 pm and then bought stuff...violated company policy as well as the other assistant who allowed that to happen. Who wants to bet that I will somehow get blamed for that, too? Or the fact that her 10-minute break lasted 20 minutes? I'm guessing she took an extra ten minutes off the clock. But if I point that out to someone, anyone, sure as hell, it will be blamed on me in some way.
Why is it not possible for me to be held to the same standards as everyone else? I don't expect to get any recognition as a diligent hard worker. I've given up on that long ago. I don't expect any employee of the month awards, even if the company actually had them. What I would like is to simply be left alone. I show up on time, tell me what you want done and then piss the hell off and let me do it in peace. Is that so hard? Is that asking too much? Apparently, it is. And the old impulse to end it all rears its head once again. The thing is, I don't think anyone would care if I did.
My goal here is to record every day what happens at work. If I do decide I can't take being condemned for my lack of utter perfection, maybe someone will see this here and spare me a thought. If you see me in person, I'm the quiet one trying to not cry.
The second crime? I now know to count the till even if I've just watched someone else count the till. So, I count the till and discover a Susan B. Anthony coin in the quarters. I point that out and get told "It's your fault! You must have left it in the till yesterday." Right. Let's ignore the fact that at least 4 other people had access to that till after I left it the previous night, quite certain there was no Susan B. Anthony dollar coin in the quarters because I would have traded a quarter for it myself to make the dang thing right. I leave the coin in the quarters bin exactly where I found it. Yes, the store manager told me to take the overage. I didn't because it wasn't my overage and trading coins/bills against what is in the tills is against company policy. The store manager is now ranting that 'she' got unfairly stuck with a 75 cent overage when she used the till herself. Why did she not just give the Susan B. in change as a quarter. It might have actually made someone's day.
I've been SET UP and I know it. And I complain about it by pointing out that I don't like being asked to falsify time clock records so that other assistant managers don't get in trouble for violating company policy. The store manager blames me for that, too.
At this point, I am wondering who put the giant bull's eye on my forehead and whether the world will for once stop taking aim at me.
Company policy states that no employee purchases are to be made past 7:00 pm. So, the girl who worked until 8:00 pm and then bought stuff...violated company policy as well as the other assistant who allowed that to happen. Who wants to bet that I will somehow get blamed for that, too? Or the fact that her 10-minute break lasted 20 minutes? I'm guessing she took an extra ten minutes off the clock. But if I point that out to someone, anyone, sure as hell, it will be blamed on me in some way.
Why is it not possible for me to be held to the same standards as everyone else? I don't expect to get any recognition as a diligent hard worker. I've given up on that long ago. I don't expect any employee of the month awards, even if the company actually had them. What I would like is to simply be left alone. I show up on time, tell me what you want done and then piss the hell off and let me do it in peace. Is that so hard? Is that asking too much? Apparently, it is. And the old impulse to end it all rears its head once again. The thing is, I don't think anyone would care if I did.
My goal here is to record every day what happens at work. If I do decide I can't take being condemned for my lack of utter perfection, maybe someone will see this here and spare me a thought. If you see me in person, I'm the quiet one trying to not cry.