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My cool new job? The one I loved? Hell. That's right. Hell. H-E-double hockey sticks. 7734. Hades, Purgatory, Des Moines, HELL. (Bygones on that Des Moines thing. It was just a joke.) It's a long story, and I have to go to bed, but suffice to say I had one of the single most stressful days I have ever had at work in my entire life, and it doesn't look to be gettin' better. In fact, it looks to be getting noticeably worse. And short. Like, probably won't last past the end of March. Oh, did I forget to mention that it's not permanent, that I'm on "probation"? Huh. That's probably because NO ONE MENTIONED IT TO ME. Yeah. I left a job making $20/hour that had possibilities for permanent employment in a place where my supervisor didn't spaz at me for one in which I have even less job security than I had at that one and with a supervisor who only speaks to me directly when it can not be avoided or she wants to scold me. Oh, yes, my friends. I have never in my life been told I was not capable of a work task. Until today. Seems the learning curve at new work? Non-existent. Zero tolerance for mistakes. Nevermind that their system is completely unlike 99% of all post houses. Nevermind that it was my 3rd day on the job and my first attempt at the task at hand. And best of all, nevermind that the "instructions" given to me were actually more a set of vague hints than actual direction, despite my best efforts to dredge something slightly more instructiony out of the assistant who passed them to me, and then out of my actual supervisor. Oh, and by the way? My pay? Caused a mini meltdown in the office today, as apparently, my supervisor - who is screwing my boss, according to the office grapevine - is making less money than I am starting out at. Only she didn't know that. Which is part of the long story. I can say that she completely freaked out over it and then rode my ass the rest of the day...after calling my boss on it and being placated with a bump in her own salary. I don't know what the hell they were thinking, hiring me at more than she makes, and I don't blame her for freaking out, but it is not MY fault. And I really didn't appreciate being told how stupid and incapable I am, along with a host of other things she said and that went down today. I have a tension headache that's threatening to turn into a migraine, and I fucking DREAD going back in tomorrow. In fact, I would rather take a job at the pet food store. And I snagged the application tonight. Pray for me, my peeps. Hard. Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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