Caution: Irate fuming ahead
I'm really pissed off at my job. Last night was the second night I cried about it. And the funny thing is, I'm not crying about nasty customers who curse me out or anything like that. In fact, all my customers have been extremely nice to me, one even said I was, "Such a sweetheart."
No I'm fucking mad at the company and the idiots who work there.
I was pissed b/c out of my class of 12, 9 were split into one group and then the other 3 of us were split into 3 separate groups. I'm one of those three, in case you didn't tell. The 9 had Wed. off. That would be the group Mike is in, and we both really wanted the same day off b/c....we CARPOOL, and really, I don't want to waste the liquid gold that goes into my car. I had Tues. off, Steph. had Thurs. off, and the other girl who was split off had Wed. off with everyone else. And then I was trying to see if I could work part time when school started but they refused me. Some older ladies told me that it wasn't over and to take it to HR come that time. I consoled myself over all this.
Enter stupid fucking manager of the group of 9. He was so sincere and driven about taking over my questions and working for me. I believed him. I got some answers about the part time thing. Whatever. And basically, to switch to his team, I needed to trade with someone already on it. No one wanted to trade with me. There appearantly was no room on his team.
I consoled myself. Told myself I was being stupid, b/c partially, I was. I was really frustrated with being the only one not to meet my manager until last night. She seems really nice though and she was on vacation, so I'm going to let this one slide. My desk was located near everyone else, though turned to face away from them. I felt like I was a little kid forced to sit in the corner in time out, but I thought that was funny.
To make a long story short(er), Steph (the girl who had Thurs. off) was placed on the manager of the group of 9's team. That spot that basically I was told wasn't there. And that spot that they fucking knew I wanted/needed. Steph told me after work (we're pretty good friends) and I got irate and started cursing and yelling and crying. I wanted to hit something, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be my new car, though I thought about it...
I'm going in on Mon. and demanding to see HR or an area manager or something b/c that's really not fair and not right. I just want some answers and I'm sick of the way I see that company treating people. I would walk out tomorrow, but Tues. is a paid day off, so fuck that. I like money for nothing. But I'll leave at the end of the week if something doesn't turn around.
World War 3 starts on Mon...that day that I had off until yesterday...b/c they changed my schedule for next week AGAIN.
Gas station pays 9 an hour with benefits. That's a dollar drop but I can work part time. And Dial is always open for the summer...just not sure if I'd want to go back.
Everything will work out in the end.
No I'm fucking mad at the company and the idiots who work there.
I was pissed b/c out of my class of 12, 9 were split into one group and then the other 3 of us were split into 3 separate groups. I'm one of those three, in case you didn't tell. The 9 had Wed. off. That would be the group Mike is in, and we both really wanted the same day off b/c....we CARPOOL, and really, I don't want to waste the liquid gold that goes into my car. I had Tues. off, Steph. had Thurs. off, and the other girl who was split off had Wed. off with everyone else. And then I was trying to see if I could work part time when school started but they refused me. Some older ladies told me that it wasn't over and to take it to HR come that time. I consoled myself over all this.
Enter stupid fucking manager of the group of 9. He was so sincere and driven about taking over my questions and working for me. I believed him. I got some answers about the part time thing. Whatever. And basically, to switch to his team, I needed to trade with someone already on it. No one wanted to trade with me. There appearantly was no room on his team.
I consoled myself. Told myself I was being stupid, b/c partially, I was. I was really frustrated with being the only one not to meet my manager until last night. She seems really nice though and she was on vacation, so I'm going to let this one slide. My desk was located near everyone else, though turned to face away from them. I felt like I was a little kid forced to sit in the corner in time out, but I thought that was funny.
To make a long story short(er), Steph (the girl who had Thurs. off) was placed on the manager of the group of 9's team. That spot that basically I was told wasn't there. And that spot that they fucking knew I wanted/needed. Steph told me after work (we're pretty good friends) and I got irate and started cursing and yelling and crying. I wanted to hit something, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be my new car, though I thought about it...
I'm going in on Mon. and demanding to see HR or an area manager or something b/c that's really not fair and not right. I just want some answers and I'm sick of the way I see that company treating people. I would walk out tomorrow, but Tues. is a paid day off, so fuck that. I like money for nothing. But I'll leave at the end of the week if something doesn't turn around.
World War 3 starts on Mon...that day that I had off until yesterday...b/c they changed my schedule for next week AGAIN.
Gas station pays 9 an hour with benefits. That's a dollar drop but I can work part time. And Dial is always open for the summer...just not sure if I'd want to go back.
Everything will work out in the end.