And sh!t hits the fan...
Well. I made a mistake on Thursday. It was an honest mistake than anyone could have made but it just happened to be me and I just happen to be a "supervisor" and not a normal worker. Which just happens to mean that I get in a lot more trouble if I make a mistake. Which I did.
To cut the long story short I lost my company $600.
So. The interesting thing is that none of my coworkers were told this, and when I brought it up they seemed surprised. My boss gave me such a guilt trip on Friday that I slept 16 hours and cried for about two. But at work? Didn't mention a thing. So I'm wondering if he did that to get back at me, since he is a spiteful man that I have great distaste for. Still, I'm a loser who lost $600. And yes, I've offered to pay for it. My boss left me this message:
"Sarah, I know you're feeling down about B4th floor. FYI we lost $600 in room revenues. Please be more vigilant"
I underlined the bit about the money and wrote "take it from my paycheque" and underlined the last line with "You have three options:"
1) You never leave me alone. I am sure you now believe me when I say I can't do a day by myself.
2) You demote me to a regular worker. I don't want to be a 'supervisor' anymore.
3) If not 1 or 2, consider this my two weeks' notice.
He'll get that on Monday. For the record, I wasn't actually asked if I wanted to be a supervisor. He told me that anyone who worked last year became a supervisor for next year regardless of their experience or lackthereof. The day I fucked up on was a monstrous load of work and he gleefully said I'd get 14 people to do it. Well. Two hard workers couldn't make it and three of the people were new.
Which means it takes doubly long to get anything done.
It's still my fault, obviously, but it's weird little streaks of badluck that have made the last month and a half just...hell. Like half of my workers not showing up on our busiest day. Like a supervisor not coming in because she was sick and not telling anyone. Like a worker fainting because she had too much to drink the night before. These little things I don't have control over that I end up getting blamed for. Again, Thursday was completely my fault, but I know if I had been a normal worker there would've been no trouble at all, it's just because I wear the masterkeys that it blows up. The point is, I hate my job and the powerless responsibility that comes with it.
The real kicker is my boss gave me the 8-10th off, and my reunion with my friends, whom I haven't seen since Christmas is on the 12th. Which of course he is making me work. Which of course is not my availability. Fucking bastard.
Honestly, who would keep a worker who loses that much money? I am dying to be fired for it and I know he won't. It's frustrating as hell all over.
*sigh*
On another note I looked at my Persian textbook and for whatever reason it hadn't clued in that I need to learn the alphabet. And holy Aries to hell, each symbol, each letter, has FOUR varieties depending on its placement in a word. It'll be a real challenge but I'm looking forward to it. When I can write in Sanskrit I will feel so badass.
And I'm going to apply at a bakery on my day off because bakeries are happy places with good food and I will not be a "supervisor" and my boss won't be a backstabbing ass. There is much rage today. And self hate. Plenty of self hate.
To cut the long story short I lost my company $600.
So. The interesting thing is that none of my coworkers were told this, and when I brought it up they seemed surprised. My boss gave me such a guilt trip on Friday that I slept 16 hours and cried for about two. But at work? Didn't mention a thing. So I'm wondering if he did that to get back at me, since he is a spiteful man that I have great distaste for. Still, I'm a loser who lost $600. And yes, I've offered to pay for it. My boss left me this message:
"Sarah, I know you're feeling down about B4th floor. FYI we lost $600 in room revenues. Please be more vigilant"
I underlined the bit about the money and wrote "take it from my paycheque" and underlined the last line with "You have three options:"
1) You never leave me alone. I am sure you now believe me when I say I can't do a day by myself.
2) You demote me to a regular worker. I don't want to be a 'supervisor' anymore.
3) If not 1 or 2, consider this my two weeks' notice.
He'll get that on Monday. For the record, I wasn't actually asked if I wanted to be a supervisor. He told me that anyone who worked last year became a supervisor for next year regardless of their experience or lackthereof. The day I fucked up on was a monstrous load of work and he gleefully said I'd get 14 people to do it. Well. Two hard workers couldn't make it and three of the people were new.
Which means it takes doubly long to get anything done.
It's still my fault, obviously, but it's weird little streaks of badluck that have made the last month and a half just...hell. Like half of my workers not showing up on our busiest day. Like a supervisor not coming in because she was sick and not telling anyone. Like a worker fainting because she had too much to drink the night before. These little things I don't have control over that I end up getting blamed for. Again, Thursday was completely my fault, but I know if I had been a normal worker there would've been no trouble at all, it's just because I wear the masterkeys that it blows up. The point is, I hate my job and the powerless responsibility that comes with it.
The real kicker is my boss gave me the 8-10th off, and my reunion with my friends, whom I haven't seen since Christmas is on the 12th. Which of course he is making me work. Which of course is not my availability. Fucking bastard.
Honestly, who would keep a worker who loses that much money? I am dying to be fired for it and I know he won't. It's frustrating as hell all over.
*sigh*
On another note I looked at my Persian textbook and for whatever reason it hadn't clued in that I need to learn the alphabet. And holy Aries to hell, each symbol, each letter, has FOUR varieties depending on its placement in a word. It'll be a real challenge but I'm looking forward to it. When I can write in Sanskrit I will feel so badass.
And I'm going to apply at a bakery on my day off because bakeries are happy places with good food and I will not be a "supervisor" and my boss won't be a backstabbing ass. There is much rage today. And self hate. Plenty of self hate.