Feb 26, 2006 09:00
6% of nothing is still nothing
or,
Pretty fucking shameful
Since Steven is going to work at another branch, I was officially made teller manager at my branch as of Friday. I have been given a massive 6% raise; keep in mind that 6% of nothing is still nothing. I've been working in banking for almost three years, have a master's degree, am in management, and my base salary is still less than what I was making at McDonald's. That's pretty fucking shameful.
What it means is that I'm singlehandedly responsible for the chickens. I'll be blamed for everything they do wrong, and I'll have to be the one to correct and discipline them. That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for Beatrice. Beatrice has children my age, so she is far older than anyone else I work with. Steven and Mark would never confront her about anything, both because it's like trying to yell at your moms and because Beatrice will go off on anybody in a hot second. I have no doubt that she'll be the biggest headache I have about my job from now on. She was laid off from her previous job, where she was paid quite a lot more. She took her year of unemployment and then came to work for the bank because she couldn't find anything else. She thought it would only be temporary until she found something else, but it's been almost two years now. Her attitude toward her job is absolutely horrible. She is lazy and does the absolute bare minimum that she can get away with, but she constantly complains about how hard she works.
The other really big problem I have with Steven leaving is that he'll probably never call me again since he doesn't have to see me at work anymore. Hooray, I got a position I didn't really want, and I lost my best friend in the deal.
Mathew came into the bank on Friday with some girl. I think her name is Danielle. My immediate impression of her (and Sommer's as well) was that she is a hot mess. After they walked out, Sommer said "Who is that?" I responded that I didn't know, and then Sommer looked out the window and saw them holding hands. I asked which hand she was holding; luckily it was the left, since I only touch his right hand. I don't want to catch something.
I called Mathew at work the next morning and he said to me: "I think I found myself a girlfriend." He quickly told me about how she looks bigger than she is because of the clothes that she wears, and that she easily carries 20 pounds in her boobs. Strange, I hadn't said a word about her weight, but he was certainly quick to make up excuses about it.
I guess she used to work at Mr. B's (a bar in Royal Oak) but was fired because she tried to modify the tip amount on someone's credit card bill or something. Now she is getting unemployment and is living with some guy who just let her move in.
After work yesterday, Crystal (Jeffrey's girlfriend) wanted me to go to Stucchi's so she had someone to vent to. Boy, did she ever vent. She talked my neck off; it was all about Danielle and Mathew. Crystal absolutely hates her.
Then I went to the Inn Place to get something to eat. She was there, and she smiled at me when I walked in, but I didn't recognize her. I asked Paul (bar regular, older gay guy) who she was, and he told me that it was Mathew's girlfriend. He said "She's nice, I like her." I replied "That's one of us."
danielle,
paul,
beatrice,
crystal,
steve,
the inn place,
mathew