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Braggin and Rantin
By kiri | May 10, 2008
I decided to play catchup again before I get to the good stuff.
I’m the proud owner of a spankin new nephew. He was born Thursday a bit after five, which made it a really good thing that the assistant got my shift covered the day before after a false alarm.
I got up there and B had made quite a bit of progress, dilating from five centimeters to nine since late morning. Then she just got stuck there. At about 4:30, the doctor decided that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be and wouldn’t go any further, so she needed a c-section. Now I have to say, here, that it is damn scary to hear something like that - even when we know that baby and mom are okay.
They came through alright and, while he was in the nursery being cleaned up, I gave him his name. I gave both my nieces nicknames when they were first born and he wouldn’t be any different. I settled on Louis because he’s the only boy on our side of the family and I know that between us and his other grandparents, he will be spoiled rotten…treated like royalty.
He’s fucking adorable but, of course, I’m kinda biased. *grin*
Now for the work stuff…
Friday was bad. I was only there 30 minutes before Protege called me back into the office.
I was suspended from work, pending HR’s review of yet another write-up - compliments of my foul mood and big mouth. One of these days, I’ll remember just to keep it shut when I’m in a mood like I was in on Wednesday. Seems I didn’t do a good enough job washing the icky away that morning and the day started going downhill about two hours in.
I was right that it was a move stuff and clean day, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be. It was just cleaning, not cleaning and rearranging. The new third key and the acting manager told me that I was tasked with cleaning everything from one place to another, the area around the register. No problem.
I started with my impulse rack and moved over to the cooler. The cooler was damn difficult. There was something on the bottom vents that just would not come off. I did what I could with a rag, worked over it again with a scrubby sponge, and finally took a dime to it. We have a scraper, but I was worried I’d scratch the cooler up trying to get whatever was stuck on there off, not to mention that it was way too big to use on the very bottom piece. I finally got it, though, and moved on to the bottom of my impulse rack.
As I was finishing up there, the new girl came over and told me I’d better be sure to get done because I was the one tasked with it and I could be written up for not finishing. I looked up at her, blinked, smirked, told her I’d do what I could and went back to what I was doing. Once I was past my magazine rack, things moved a little quicker. I cleaned the counter, the cabinet, and the bag well.
It was almost time to go and I had some go-backs to put away, so I picked up all my cleaning stuff and put everything away. As I was finishing, the power went out. I almost jumped for joy. At least I’d have a chance to finish the last few things I needed to do without being interrupted.
A few minutes before I left, I made a comment along the lines of since I’d be the one coming back in the morning, I’d be the one doing the other half of the counters.
Well, you were supposed to have it -all- done today, including behind the registers.
I just looked at them and was actually speechless for a moment.
It’d have been one thing if I’d had the four hours I’d worked to devote to just cleaning, I’d have been able to finish what I thought was supposed to do and moved on to what I was actually supposed to do. It’d have all been done.
BUT!
I had to ring customers up too. And those people were coming in and spending like it was a fucking Friday. Damn near every time I knelt or sat down, somebody was coming up with their shit.
I was slowly but surely getting pissed throughout the day. Between the interruptions and the new girl coming at and threatening me me like I was being lazy or something…I’d had it.
Well if [the DM] wants to write me up for not finishing, he can come here, look at the tapes, see everything I did, and kiss my lily white ass…I can only do so much and I’ve done all I can. My shift is over.
Now, really, the comment was tongue-in-cheek. I like the DM, even if I am mad that he killed my working for M on Wednesdays. And I obviously don’t think he should kiss my ass, but we would have had words if he, or someone else, tried to write me up for not finishing ‘my task.’
And the way it was written out on the paper that’s being sent in…well, it sounded as though I said that he could kiss my ass, that I wasn’t doing anything else at all. I wasn’t doing anything else. I couldn’t do anything else. It’s not like I could stay there and work, on the clock or off. What the hell? Really.
Now if I were the type of person to believe heavily in signs, I’d say being suspended right after I say I’m going to dissolve my business is a pretty big smack upside the head. I’ve been debating between calling HR to see if I can’t figure out where the write-up is so I can spend more than a few lines on the paper explaining how it was really said and defending myself…but at the same time, I kinda wonder to myself why I should even bother.
If they want to fire me, let em. Is it really worth it to stay there?
I just don’t know right now.
I’ll have plenty of time to figure it out.
And now that I’ve had my beatdown, the last of the really good things I want to do will be done soon. I’ll be getting more work done on the tattoo.
Tags: Business, family, processing, work |
Congrats on the birth of your nephew!!!
Danke, danke! I can’t wait to go see him again!
Indeed, congrats! A birth is a time to celebrate. ^_^ I hope things work out quickly on the job.
Thanks. *grin* I do too.