Need A Better Job
I feel like I've been punished for taking vacation. I needed to take vacation because our Paid Time Off hours max at 192. I had 192, and was no longer going to accumulate hours. Since I work in the lovely world od retail, we have a black out period (Oct. 24- Jan. 2nd) where nobody gets to use PTO.
Basically, it was well deserved anyways because I never freaking take vacation. Also never call out. EVER.
First off all, I was cheated on a day, because my manager admitted he was being selfish, and 'needed' me. So I worked Monday. Okay, fine. I left everything in order though. Load was almopst done (but hey, we got in 21 pallets that day), and the back room was looking pretty good.
I went in yesterday and HOLY FUCK! The back room had exploded! It was a disaster! Could have been worse if S hadn't kicked ass on one of his days he came in in the evening. See, S has 2 jobs, and this job is #2. I wish it were #1, because he has an amazing work ethic, and shit gets done.
My 2 other co-workers totally BLEW IT. They suck at load -- they're slow, and lack the necessary motivation to achieve completion of our tasks. When I work with them, I give them tasks, and pretty much hound them. I WANT IT DONE, DAMMIT. NO LOLLY-GAGGING.
I had to haul ass yesterdayand today to play this game of catch-up. And y'know? It'll probably be unappreciated. I work harder than my pay rate! I'm off tomorrow, and if they screw it up, I'll be so disgusted. I left them ONE PALLET. ONE. All they need to do, is the load they get in tomorrow, which for a Wednesday should be small, and then do the one I left. I've done so much these past 2 days. The cooler back stock has all been worked too! That looked like hell when I walked in yesterday. Couldn't belive the mess, and how uch product was in there.
I know I'm crazy too, because I started working 15 minutes before I clocked in, through my unpaid lunch, and another 30 minutes after I clocked out to get stuff done. That backroom, although not perfect, looks pretty damn good all things considered.
All I want, is to walk in tomorrow, Thursday, a big load day, and for some ungodly reason I'm scheduled by myself, to a work environment that isn't going to make me flip my lid. It's bad enough I'm going to be by myself. The least they can leave me with is just the load I'm getting that day. Sheesh.
Basically, it was well deserved anyways because I never freaking take vacation. Also never call out. EVER.
First off all, I was cheated on a day, because my manager admitted he was being selfish, and 'needed' me. So I worked Monday. Okay, fine. I left everything in order though. Load was almopst done (but hey, we got in 21 pallets that day), and the back room was looking pretty good.
I went in yesterday and HOLY FUCK! The back room had exploded! It was a disaster! Could have been worse if S hadn't kicked ass on one of his days he came in in the evening. See, S has 2 jobs, and this job is #2. I wish it were #1, because he has an amazing work ethic, and shit gets done.
My 2 other co-workers totally BLEW IT. They suck at load -- they're slow, and lack the necessary motivation to achieve completion of our tasks. When I work with them, I give them tasks, and pretty much hound them. I WANT IT DONE, DAMMIT. NO LOLLY-GAGGING.
I had to haul ass yesterdayand today to play this game of catch-up. And y'know? It'll probably be unappreciated. I work harder than my pay rate! I'm off tomorrow, and if they screw it up, I'll be so disgusted. I left them ONE PALLET. ONE. All they need to do, is the load they get in tomorrow, which for a Wednesday should be small, and then do the one I left. I've done so much these past 2 days. The cooler back stock has all been worked too! That looked like hell when I walked in yesterday. Couldn't belive the mess, and how uch product was in there.
I know I'm crazy too, because I started working 15 minutes before I clocked in, through my unpaid lunch, and another 30 minutes after I clocked out to get stuff done. That backroom, although not perfect, looks pretty damn good all things considered.
All I want, is to walk in tomorrow, Thursday, a big load day, and for some ungodly reason I'm scheduled by myself, to a work environment that isn't going to make me flip my lid. It's bad enough I'm going to be by myself. The least they can leave me with is just the load I'm getting that day. Sheesh.