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I'm so frustrated. Why did we bother to set rules here at work? None of them get enforced. We say "no downloading", but when people continue to download programs, nothing is said. I've deleted Yahoo messenger from three different computers at least twice in the past two weeks. I've informed every supervisor here, including the manager. I've identified the people using messenger. How do I know who was using it? They forgot to log out! Did anyone get written up? NO! We say "no sleeping unless you're on break", but people choose to ignore that. We say "if you are consistently late, you will be written up". Yeah, right. How many write ups do I have to ask for before one gets done? We have a couple of people that are late EVERY DAY, and a couple that sometimes don't show up at all. Has anything been done? Of course not. We say "no profane or vulgar language". The manager herself chooses to ignore that one. I hear "sh*t" come out of her mouth at least once daily. What can I do about any of this? Nothing. I've addressed the problems with the manager. I understand she's overloaded, trying to do two people's work at once. I've offered to take over some of those responsibilities, even though I wouldn't get compensated for them. She refuses. The stupid owner is such a penny pincher that he won't allow her to promote anyone to assistant manager. I don't understand that, because even if she did, there's no raise to go with it. I'm so sick and tired of the crap that goes on here every day. I'm tired of working third shift and dealing with the people I'm supposed to supervise. I'm tired of only seeing Jim at work. I'm.....tired.
We were supposed to be going to OK this weekend for the Tony's party at Amanda's. So much for that idea. We can't afford the time off, or the expense of a long trip. It's a good thing, because the time off request didn't get approved anyway. First she said she'd give us Sat & Sun off. Then I talked her into giving us Fri too. Well, I guess she forgot. We're both scheduled on Fri. If I had to bet, I'd say we're probably scheduled on Sunday too. Why does it seem like we have to promise our firstborn to get a day off together? I don't understand. There must be a system to her management style, but for the life of me, I don't know what it is. I don't know if I could do any better in her shoes, and I don't really think I'd like to try. But, something's got to change. I've been on third shift for six months now. I think maybe it's someone else's turn. I don't know who. All I know is I don't want to do this anymore. I'm being discriminated against because I had the sense to put off getting pregnant until I was over 25. If I had kids, I could say I'm not available for third shift. That's what everyone else does. But, I don't have kids, so that automatically pegs me as available for any shift. Jim rarely gets to see his son. Last time, he had to spend time with him at work. That's another of my pet peeves. Shouldn't common sense dictate that bringing your children with you to work is not a good idea? Sure, it's ok now and then for an hour or so, but this is happening at least twice a week. But, I can't say anything because Jim did it too. Unfortunately, that was the only way he could spend time with his son that day. That's another thing. Oh nevermind. What's the point? Nothing will change. Either I'll go on being slightly miserable here, or I'll move on to something with equally miserable potential. This sucks. It really does.