Warcraft Has Consumed My Life...
...It REALLY should be "WORK has consumed my life" but those fucking bastards have decided to push me around and down the stairs one too many times.
NOTE: Ranting about my soon-to-be-dead job. Give it a miss if it's not your "thing"...
I got shunted down to a single 6 hour shift for this week.
It should have been FIVE 6 hour shifts, but nooooooo, miss idiot has to train 15 more people. For what reason is beyond me. We HAVE our crew complement of 15 at any one time. And no, it's NOT for "another store" as she says. Idiot manageress of mine decided to slot in these 15 newbies on the permanent roster, so this means I am, along with all the other girls in Cafe, competing with these bloody new kids for more hours.
Which I'm fucking sick of doing by the way, because the only praise I get at my job comes from a shift manageress whose hours are being cut down just like mine are. And she's sweet and kind and damned if she doesn't deserve to BE the fucking Manageress at West Beach!
Apparently because I'm 24, and just under Ellen who's 25, she gets all the shifts I'm down for and I get a 6-day weekend with no fucking hope of getting another shift. I got called last night to do night-fill for them. 8pm to fucking 1am. Uhm, hello? Stupids? MY fucking hours are 9am to 6pm, thank you! You know, I have nothing against being called on my days off, BUT give me a fucking shift that's NOT impossible to get to! Shit! Just because Clarrie or Alicia can't make it doesn't mean I'm the fucking sucker who has to get dropped in and stuck waiting until SEVEN AM the next day to get home!
FYI, the bus route to Harbour Town ENDS at 6:45pm. There are NO other buses in or out AFTER 6:45pm.
Sucks beans that does >_o;
I put in a transferral notice for Goodwood Road. Now that Maryanne got involved in "hurrying Olga along", I betcha anything I don't get it and someone else who's worked for only 3 weeks gets it instead. Because Olga refuses to discuss the subject with me now. I'm unimpressed. So much so I'm about a fingernail's worth close to just handing in my resignation and telling her fuck you.
BUT I've decided on a better note - I'm going to get that worthless sack of shit I have to call my manageress in trouble first.
I'm being taxed, again, for god knows what reason.
$7 is not much to anyone whose bank account reads at 2.5k. But for me stuck at 1k, IT FUCKING MEANS A GOD DAMNED LOT!
I handed in my tax file number, and I was NOT being taxed AT ALL for the last 2 and a half MONTHS. The tax has come out of nowhere and all chats I've had with the ATO suggest someone on the payroll has decided to be fucking hilarious and tax someone who doesn't need that kind of shit anymore.
I'm not exactly happy to discover this tax is NOT from the ATO themselves but from some dumbass at work at the main Sydney Office. Once you hand in a Tax File Number Declaration Form and the two preceeding forms (which I did 5 months ago!), the Tax is NULLIFIED. So where the fuck is work getting off taking $7 of my pay?!
$7 mind you which would have covered RENT this week. Instead of giving me a lump sum of $7 less than I truly needed. Yes, it's only 7 dollars. BUT to a landlady, it's "where's the 7 fucking dollars?!" And no, I don't carry much change. It costs $7.20 for a goddamned day trip for work, I don't carry much more than that because I outright refuse to eat that slop they call "food" at work.
Yes I'm screwed for this week's rent. I'm already aware of that.
Thanks Olga. /sarcasm
And the second note - it's the...jeez how many does that make it now...75th(?) time around that Olga has decided to pick on me when I'm doing my job RIGHT.
I got screamed at for making the entire set of coffees, one after the other, for a party that was going on in-store. Y'see, that was meant to be OLGA'S JOB, but the dumb bitch didn't emerge from her office the WHOLE TIME. So, to combat the irate customers, I went and dilligently made every damned coffee on that list. About 3 dozen of them.
Next thing I know, instead of being thanked, I'm getting abused to the near point of tears by her because she couldn't be arsed doing it herself.
This sort of thing happens all the time since the start of this month. And quite frankly, if the damned whore can't be fucked doing HER job, why the hell go batshit insane at someone who saves her ass from 36 angry parents?
So yes, this has led to me being picked on by the other manageresses barring Maryanne, who instead of yelling at me congratulates me on a job well done. WHY.THE.FUCK.ISN'T.SHE.THE.DAMNED.MANAGERESS?! ARGH.
And by being picked on, I mean being bullied, harrassed and talked about within earshot. I came this close to punching Dani in the face the other day because she was so asking to have her sneering face beated to a bloody pulp. Fucking slut insulted my intelligence for "doing the boss's job" and then tried to get on my nerves by trying to make me screw up in front of customers by taking my job away from me.
Damned if I'm NOT going to fuck those two bitches OVER.
I already have a response from the P.A.L. system on email - saying they're privately investigating Dani already. Seems I'm not the only one she's bullied to hell these days.
Olga will be a while in coming. Seems she's pretty clean save for a couple of ex-manageresses in Fulham Gardens who have it on good authority she can't manage a place worth shit as well as a few screw-ups worth noticing. One involved a pregnant employee and was very distressing to read mind you. I don't want to end up like her case because I am a tad overweight and Olga HAS been at me to "move it or lose it" on several occasions.
I have no idea what to do right now - other than already continue with the PAL system and get Olga investigated. There are a number of things about that woman, and one is her EXTREME LACK of communication, that simply make her the worst boss in the world.
How is it I'm supposed to get to work at 5am when the first bus doesn't leave til 6:35am? Apparently, James can drop me into work at 4:45am, when he's at work AT FUCKING 5AM ALREADY.
And I got told if I didn't make it on time, I'd lose my job. I told her to go fuck herself and that I'd be there at 7:05am (6:35am bus takes 45 minutes to get to Harbourtown). Turns out she wasn't even working that day and Maryanne was so happy to see me, she gave me an early mark and thanked me for coming in.
So yeah, I'm to the point where working there makes me physically ill. I get only person EVER praising me and the rest wailing on my ass because I BOTHERED to do Olga's job for her.
And yes, they're still talking about it mind.
I am angry that something that happened on Friday 5th of January is still a goddamned talking point between Olga, Dani, Rach and Mel EVERY TIME I clock in for work.
I don't want Olga's job, I just didn't want to deal with 36 irate parents because THEN I'd be screamed at BY Olga saying why didn't I do HER JOB and made 36 coffees for these people when it was supposed to be HER DAMNED JOB and not mine because I was on McDonalds Counter serving others who'd been waiting LONGER?!
I don't win. AT ALL. EVER.
And I'm fucking sick of the abuse I'm copping because I do my fucking job RIGHT.
I'd rather deal with gamers than yuppies, dammit.
Rant over. Fuck I hate my job. The only thing that keeps me relatively SANE these days is Warcraft.
Which should be drawing but my talent jumped shit and I can't even draw a stick-figure dog correctly.
Bleh.
NOTE: Ranting about my soon-to-be-dead job. Give it a miss if it's not your "thing"...
I got shunted down to a single 6 hour shift for this week.
It should have been FIVE 6 hour shifts, but nooooooo, miss idiot has to train 15 more people. For what reason is beyond me. We HAVE our crew complement of 15 at any one time. And no, it's NOT for "another store" as she says. Idiot manageress of mine decided to slot in these 15 newbies on the permanent roster, so this means I am, along with all the other girls in Cafe, competing with these bloody new kids for more hours.
Which I'm fucking sick of doing by the way, because the only praise I get at my job comes from a shift manageress whose hours are being cut down just like mine are. And she's sweet and kind and damned if she doesn't deserve to BE the fucking Manageress at West Beach!
Apparently because I'm 24, and just under Ellen who's 25, she gets all the shifts I'm down for and I get a 6-day weekend with no fucking hope of getting another shift. I got called last night to do night-fill for them. 8pm to fucking 1am. Uhm, hello? Stupids? MY fucking hours are 9am to 6pm, thank you! You know, I have nothing against being called on my days off, BUT give me a fucking shift that's NOT impossible to get to! Shit! Just because Clarrie or Alicia can't make it doesn't mean I'm the fucking sucker who has to get dropped in and stuck waiting until SEVEN AM the next day to get home!
FYI, the bus route to Harbour Town ENDS at 6:45pm. There are NO other buses in or out AFTER 6:45pm.
Sucks beans that does >_o;
I put in a transferral notice for Goodwood Road. Now that Maryanne got involved in "hurrying Olga along", I betcha anything I don't get it and someone else who's worked for only 3 weeks gets it instead. Because Olga refuses to discuss the subject with me now. I'm unimpressed. So much so I'm about a fingernail's worth close to just handing in my resignation and telling her fuck you.
BUT I've decided on a better note - I'm going to get that worthless sack of shit I have to call my manageress in trouble first.
I'm being taxed, again, for god knows what reason.
$7 is not much to anyone whose bank account reads at 2.5k. But for me stuck at 1k, IT FUCKING MEANS A GOD DAMNED LOT!
I handed in my tax file number, and I was NOT being taxed AT ALL for the last 2 and a half MONTHS. The tax has come out of nowhere and all chats I've had with the ATO suggest someone on the payroll has decided to be fucking hilarious and tax someone who doesn't need that kind of shit anymore.
I'm not exactly happy to discover this tax is NOT from the ATO themselves but from some dumbass at work at the main Sydney Office. Once you hand in a Tax File Number Declaration Form and the two preceeding forms (which I did 5 months ago!), the Tax is NULLIFIED. So where the fuck is work getting off taking $7 of my pay?!
$7 mind you which would have covered RENT this week. Instead of giving me a lump sum of $7 less than I truly needed. Yes, it's only 7 dollars. BUT to a landlady, it's "where's the 7 fucking dollars?!" And no, I don't carry much change. It costs $7.20 for a goddamned day trip for work, I don't carry much more than that because I outright refuse to eat that slop they call "food" at work.
Yes I'm screwed for this week's rent. I'm already aware of that.
Thanks Olga. /sarcasm
And the second note - it's the...jeez how many does that make it now...75th(?) time around that Olga has decided to pick on me when I'm doing my job RIGHT.
I got screamed at for making the entire set of coffees, one after the other, for a party that was going on in-store. Y'see, that was meant to be OLGA'S JOB, but the dumb bitch didn't emerge from her office the WHOLE TIME. So, to combat the irate customers, I went and dilligently made every damned coffee on that list. About 3 dozen of them.
Next thing I know, instead of being thanked, I'm getting abused to the near point of tears by her because she couldn't be arsed doing it herself.
This sort of thing happens all the time since the start of this month. And quite frankly, if the damned whore can't be fucked doing HER job, why the hell go batshit insane at someone who saves her ass from 36 angry parents?
So yes, this has led to me being picked on by the other manageresses barring Maryanne, who instead of yelling at me congratulates me on a job well done. WHY.THE.FUCK.ISN'T.SHE.THE.DAMNED.MANAGERESS?! ARGH.
And by being picked on, I mean being bullied, harrassed and talked about within earshot. I came this close to punching Dani in the face the other day because she was so asking to have her sneering face beated to a bloody pulp. Fucking slut insulted my intelligence for "doing the boss's job" and then tried to get on my nerves by trying to make me screw up in front of customers by taking my job away from me.
Damned if I'm NOT going to fuck those two bitches OVER.
I already have a response from the P.A.L. system on email - saying they're privately investigating Dani already. Seems I'm not the only one she's bullied to hell these days.
Olga will be a while in coming. Seems she's pretty clean save for a couple of ex-manageresses in Fulham Gardens who have it on good authority she can't manage a place worth shit as well as a few screw-ups worth noticing. One involved a pregnant employee and was very distressing to read mind you. I don't want to end up like her case because I am a tad overweight and Olga HAS been at me to "move it or lose it" on several occasions.
I have no idea what to do right now - other than already continue with the PAL system and get Olga investigated. There are a number of things about that woman, and one is her EXTREME LACK of communication, that simply make her the worst boss in the world.
How is it I'm supposed to get to work at 5am when the first bus doesn't leave til 6:35am? Apparently, James can drop me into work at 4:45am, when he's at work AT FUCKING 5AM ALREADY.
And I got told if I didn't make it on time, I'd lose my job. I told her to go fuck herself and that I'd be there at 7:05am (6:35am bus takes 45 minutes to get to Harbourtown). Turns out she wasn't even working that day and Maryanne was so happy to see me, she gave me an early mark and thanked me for coming in.
So yeah, I'm to the point where working there makes me physically ill. I get only person EVER praising me and the rest wailing on my ass because I BOTHERED to do Olga's job for her.
And yes, they're still talking about it mind.
I am angry that something that happened on Friday 5th of January is still a goddamned talking point between Olga, Dani, Rach and Mel EVERY TIME I clock in for work.
I don't want Olga's job, I just didn't want to deal with 36 irate parents because THEN I'd be screamed at BY Olga saying why didn't I do HER JOB and made 36 coffees for these people when it was supposed to be HER DAMNED JOB and not mine because I was on McDonalds Counter serving others who'd been waiting LONGER?!
I don't win. AT ALL. EVER.
And I'm fucking sick of the abuse I'm copping because I do my fucking job RIGHT.
I'd rather deal with gamers than yuppies, dammit.
Rant over. Fuck I hate my job. The only thing that keeps me relatively SANE these days is Warcraft.
Which should be drawing but my talent jumped shit and I can't even draw a stick-figure dog correctly.
Bleh.