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As Green Day once sang, "Do you have the time/To listen to me whine?/About nothing and everything all at once?" Well, here goes.
Short version: Today I might have gotten myself into the most trouble I've been in at the swamp.
TL;DR version: I was up in the backroom by myself backstocking school supplies. Seven pallets full of piddly little boxes of pens, pencils, crayons, notebooks, and so forth. It was slow going, I didn't feel I was getting anyplace and nobody had yet come up to help me, and I was thinking I'd have to give up my noon break to get everything finished and I wasn't looking forward to that.
After a little while, somebody came and helped me with the school supplies. And then a carryout was paged over the PA once...twice...thrice...four times?...five? anybody there?...looks like the floor people are just ignoring it again.
After the sixth page, I got frustrated because I figured it was only a matter of time before somebody paged me to do the carryout and I was too damn busy. So I just let it out: "Hello? Anybody down there on the floor? Hello?"
I've got a naturally loud voice and I'm not too good at keeping it down when I'm frustrated.
A short time later the manager on duty paged me. I told me helper "What does she want? This better be important. I'm up to my neck in school supplies here."
I called the number. I heard a phone downstairs ring. Shit. I stepped in it this time.
"Yeah Irv, this is very important. You need to start watching your mouth. I was down on the salesfloor with (corporate suit or some other Vaguely Important Person) and we could hear you plain as day. We're sick of talking to you about your attitude. We will be making a note of this. Understand."
"Oh yeah, yeah, sorry, it won't happen again" Whatever.
This is the second time in a week I've had to be talked to about being professional. Depending on where the manager goes with this with the store manager, this could be the end of it. Or I could be written up. Or I could even wind up on final warning.
In discussing this with my co-workers later, I made another comment that almost certainly would've gotten me fired had the MOD heard it; "They're paging six times for one carryout and MOD gets mad at me for saying something about it and I didn't swear or anything. If that's what gets her upset then I guess we know where her priorities are."
I know in this economy, being fired from a job is about the worst thing that could happen to me right now. And yet I can see so many upsides to it. No more being whipped and whipped along like a racehorse until I break a leg and get shipped off to the glue factory. No more voicing concerns to management and having them blown off. No more unfucking everything everybody else fucks up. No more Numbnuts. No more Numbknockers. No more pain. No more stress. No more misery. No more dragging myself out of bed at 3:30 in the morning. No more waiting on assholes hand and foot.
But the world is an expensive place to live in, so I keep on keeping on. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything rash. I guess I deserved to be hollered at anyway. If anybody says anything further to me about this I'll be as penitent as they want me to be. It's just sickening that a $9 an hour job has to come to this.
Oh well. If you have any well wishes for me they'll be appreciated. If you skipped this whole thing, that's okay too.
Short version: Today I might have gotten myself into the most trouble I've been in at the swamp.
TL;DR version: I was up in the backroom by myself backstocking school supplies. Seven pallets full of piddly little boxes of pens, pencils, crayons, notebooks, and so forth. It was slow going, I didn't feel I was getting anyplace and nobody had yet come up to help me, and I was thinking I'd have to give up my noon break to get everything finished and I wasn't looking forward to that.
After a little while, somebody came and helped me with the school supplies. And then a carryout was paged over the PA once...twice...thrice...four times?...five? anybody there?...looks like the floor people are just ignoring it again.
After the sixth page, I got frustrated because I figured it was only a matter of time before somebody paged me to do the carryout and I was too damn busy. So I just let it out: "Hello? Anybody down there on the floor? Hello?"
I've got a naturally loud voice and I'm not too good at keeping it down when I'm frustrated.
A short time later the manager on duty paged me. I told me helper "What does she want? This better be important. I'm up to my neck in school supplies here."
I called the number. I heard a phone downstairs ring. Shit. I stepped in it this time.
"Yeah Irv, this is very important. You need to start watching your mouth. I was down on the salesfloor with (corporate suit or some other Vaguely Important Person) and we could hear you plain as day. We're sick of talking to you about your attitude. We will be making a note of this. Understand."
"Oh yeah, yeah, sorry, it won't happen again" Whatever.
This is the second time in a week I've had to be talked to about being professional. Depending on where the manager goes with this with the store manager, this could be the end of it. Or I could be written up. Or I could even wind up on final warning.
In discussing this with my co-workers later, I made another comment that almost certainly would've gotten me fired had the MOD heard it; "They're paging six times for one carryout and MOD gets mad at me for saying something about it and I didn't swear or anything. If that's what gets her upset then I guess we know where her priorities are."
I know in this economy, being fired from a job is about the worst thing that could happen to me right now. And yet I can see so many upsides to it. No more being whipped and whipped along like a racehorse until I break a leg and get shipped off to the glue factory. No more voicing concerns to management and having them blown off. No more unfucking everything everybody else fucks up. No more Numbnuts. No more Numbknockers. No more pain. No more stress. No more misery. No more dragging myself out of bed at 3:30 in the morning. No more waiting on assholes hand and foot.
But the world is an expensive place to live in, so I keep on keeping on. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything rash. I guess I deserved to be hollered at anyway. If anybody says anything further to me about this I'll be as penitent as they want me to be. It's just sickening that a $9 an hour job has to come to this.
Oh well. If you have any well wishes for me they'll be appreciated. If you skipped this whole thing, that's okay too.
(in what seems to be EVERY OTHER CASE! *breathes*).
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