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It is becoming spring/summer here in Tulsa, which is nice. I am definitely a summer girl. And things are going really well--the new job health insurance should line up soon, at which point I can say no more Starbucks except for the occasional Saturday, hopefully. I have not yet spoken with my manager about this, but as one of his most dependable employees, I am hoping he will say it's fine and keep me on as much as he can. Speaking of which, what do you do when you're so mad you could spit but know that it won't get you anywhere? This Saturday I was not supposed to work--I had swapped shifts with another shift supervisor. However, since he had a prior engagement until 5 pm, I agreed to still work the first two hours of my shift on top of taking his Friday night shift. So I was there, and he knew it, and he turned off his phone (or it died) and he never showed up. He claims he tried to call me, but I had no missed calls and no messages, and my phone was with me and as far as I could tell, working, all day. He never called the store once he knew I would be there, although he did call earlier in the day to try and pawn calling me off on the manager, who wouldn't have it. So once I got there, and couldn't get a hold of him, I was stuck despite the plans I had made.
Today I saw him and he said nothing. I couldn't take it, so before he left I cornered him and told him I was frustrated that he hadn't said anything to me. He asked what I wanted him to say--as if there was nothing to talk about. I stayed calm and explained my point of view and that I thought it was rude and irresponsible of him. He still seemed to think he hadn't done anything wrong. I was shaking but I didn't know what to do with my anger. Argh.
Last time I help him out.
Back to good things. I'm going home for the Madrigal reunion, which I think will be a good time, and two weeks later I get to visit New England with my dad. Yay!
Today I saw him and he said nothing. I couldn't take it, so before he left I cornered him and told him I was frustrated that he hadn't said anything to me. He asked what I wanted him to say--as if there was nothing to talk about. I stayed calm and explained my point of view and that I thought it was rude and irresponsible of him. He still seemed to think he hadn't done anything wrong. I was shaking but I didn't know what to do with my anger. Argh.
Last time I help him out.
Back to good things. I'm going home for the Madrigal reunion, which I think will be a good time, and two weeks later I get to visit New England with my dad. Yay!