When co-workers turn incompetent...
I had a fairly uneventful weekend. Got to work two volleyball games essentially by myself because Brad had recently gone in to get some teeth ripped out of his skull and everyone else was MIA, as usual. So, of course, they turn to me as a last resort and, of course, I come through in the clutch. I'm told I'll be working with Tom (one of my bosses) because Rebecca (my other boss) is sick. She sent me a text wondering if we needed anything at anypoint. I hadn't been in to work yet, but I figured we'd be fine. Then I realized that I was working with Tom, so I'd be the one doing pretty much everything. So I dragged myself into work, knowing that I'd be alone with the masses for the next 2-3 hours. Honestly, it wasn't that bad. I gave it a good, honest try and people seemed to feel my pain being the only one in the stand. Amazingly enough, I served this one guy six beers or so throughout the night, and each time he left, he tipped me $2. I had $7 by the end of the night. Call me poor, but I was pretty excited. Anyway, I got to clean and count the stand by myself while watching the Tigers finish off the A's, then I left for B-dub's to watch the fights.
I came back to work yesturday to pick up some checks, and Tom informs me that I need to finish cleaning the stand before Rebecca or anyone higher up sees it. Granted, I didn't do the greatest job cleaning it, but he could have done some work along the line too. So I finished up, got out and figured everything was fine. From watching enough horror movies, I should have known that right when you think everything is fine is when it's about to go terribly, terribly wrong.
I went into work today to stock my stand for the Trey Anastatio (sp?) concert Friday and then Muskie Madness on Saturday. As I'm about to walk out the door, Rebecca stops me and tells me to come to stand 2 with her. She starts pointing out all the problems with the stand. I look at her and ask "Why are there coffee carafs here? Why are there still coffee condiments lying around? I was working volleyball. I didn't get any coffee for the games!?" I then let her know that this is in fact not my fault, but again the fault of Pete, who still has no idea why we all hate working with him. Being the decent little worker I am, I do what I can to fix the situation before class, then leave.
Here's the problem(s). A) I'm getting blamed for shit I have no responsibility over. Yes, I did run the stand over the weekend. But I ran it by myself when you clearly had Tom on the clock as well. So I think I did a pretty damn good job being the only one actually doing a goddamn thing. Rebecca's only been here for 8 months, but I think she got a bunch of info from Tom, and now I have this reputation for being sloppy and now I need special attention if things are going to get done around here. Bullshit. You want to know where the problems are? Pete and Tom. Pete left a whole bunch of shit lying around in his stand and I'm the one told to clean it? Not anymore. It's gonna sit there until he does something about it. Tom's my boss and Brad and I are constantly convering his drugged-out ass? Bullshit. If Rebecca is going to expect me to take responsibility for everything that goes on in everyone's stand at any given time, I want Tom's job, because technically, that's what he's supposed to be doing. If I'm gonna get yelled at for things I haven't even fucked up, I want the pay to go along with it.
B)I went to bat for Pete over the summer. Rebecca wasn't going to bring him back because of his attitude toward non-profit group members, his lack of work ethic, and his inability to actually come in and get shit done on time. I told Rebecca, along with Brad, that Pete was one of the most experienced guys we have, and that letting him go would make the coming year very difficult. She agreed and now he has a job. I'm beginning to regret having his back. He's only gotten wose in the past couple of years and Brad and I are expected to pick up the slack. This is your job asshole. If you can't complete it, then we'll find someone who isn't so busy. I'm working all day, everyday for the next two weekends because you're "busy". Well, when I'm "busy" during basketball season, you'll find out how it feels.
I can only hope the "real world" doesn't offer as many incompetent bosses and illogical co-workers. If so, shit, I'll just stay here. At least I know who's actually going to do things around here and who won't.
I came back to work yesturday to pick up some checks, and Tom informs me that I need to finish cleaning the stand before Rebecca or anyone higher up sees it. Granted, I didn't do the greatest job cleaning it, but he could have done some work along the line too. So I finished up, got out and figured everything was fine. From watching enough horror movies, I should have known that right when you think everything is fine is when it's about to go terribly, terribly wrong.
I went into work today to stock my stand for the Trey Anastatio (sp?) concert Friday and then Muskie Madness on Saturday. As I'm about to walk out the door, Rebecca stops me and tells me to come to stand 2 with her. She starts pointing out all the problems with the stand. I look at her and ask "Why are there coffee carafs here? Why are there still coffee condiments lying around? I was working volleyball. I didn't get any coffee for the games!?" I then let her know that this is in fact not my fault, but again the fault of Pete, who still has no idea why we all hate working with him. Being the decent little worker I am, I do what I can to fix the situation before class, then leave.
Here's the problem(s). A) I'm getting blamed for shit I have no responsibility over. Yes, I did run the stand over the weekend. But I ran it by myself when you clearly had Tom on the clock as well. So I think I did a pretty damn good job being the only one actually doing a goddamn thing. Rebecca's only been here for 8 months, but I think she got a bunch of info from Tom, and now I have this reputation for being sloppy and now I need special attention if things are going to get done around here. Bullshit. You want to know where the problems are? Pete and Tom. Pete left a whole bunch of shit lying around in his stand and I'm the one told to clean it? Not anymore. It's gonna sit there until he does something about it. Tom's my boss and Brad and I are constantly convering his drugged-out ass? Bullshit. If Rebecca is going to expect me to take responsibility for everything that goes on in everyone's stand at any given time, I want Tom's job, because technically, that's what he's supposed to be doing. If I'm gonna get yelled at for things I haven't even fucked up, I want the pay to go along with it.
B)I went to bat for Pete over the summer. Rebecca wasn't going to bring him back because of his attitude toward non-profit group members, his lack of work ethic, and his inability to actually come in and get shit done on time. I told Rebecca, along with Brad, that Pete was one of the most experienced guys we have, and that letting him go would make the coming year very difficult. She agreed and now he has a job. I'm beginning to regret having his back. He's only gotten wose in the past couple of years and Brad and I are expected to pick up the slack. This is your job asshole. If you can't complete it, then we'll find someone who isn't so busy. I'm working all day, everyday for the next two weekends because you're "busy". Well, when I'm "busy" during basketball season, you'll find out how it feels.
I can only hope the "real world" doesn't offer as many incompetent bosses and illogical co-workers. If so, shit, I'll just stay here. At least I know who's actually going to do things around here and who won't.