Monday. I know, I’m sorry I reminded you. But mine is worse than your’s, hear me out. I woke up today like a usual normal day. (You know, hating the fact that I had to go to work). I did not want to get up at all, so I stayed in bed to an unreasonable time. The thought of going to work made me want to vomit all over myself.
But I got up as soon as I calculated that I had enough time to make it to work even though I stayed in bed as long as I could. I made my lunch, changed, and was in my car maybe five minutes later, if that’s not a world record I don’t know what is.
But get this. THIS was a sign from God. Or destiny or faith or what ever her name is. (Back story info: we have a gate that opens automatically at our home). So while I was trying to pull out of the drive way, the gate would not open. I was pressing the button uncontrollably and very aggressively and that didn’t seem to help. I even got off my car to see if pushing it would help. But I have the strength of a week old bunny so of course nothing happened.
As soon as I got back in my car the door magically decided it was time to open. After making me five minutes late and seeing how I was not going to make it to work on time in only ten minutes I decided to just use sick time and go in work two hours later.
A moment of relief came to me. No work for two hours, what a blessing. So with my time I decided to go to Starbucks because I’m basic as hell. And I wanted to work on my next YouTube video. So check that out.
The time has come though, I have to go to hell. I have 30 minutes to get there and I’m going to try to stretch every second that I came so it becomes longer, but at least on the bright side I wont be at work for that long .
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I know I talked crap about my boss yesterday, and today I have a little more dirt to throw her way, but it’s all because she set me up for failure.
As you know (or will now) I cover her meetings when she isn’t there. Today she called me in the morning saying how the 10 o’clock meeting had been canceled. I said ok great, I didn’t really want to go anyways. I never do. I asked one of the other managers just to verify. He said that there was in fact still a meeting.
Whats going on? Why is she setting me up for failure? The managers will be wondering why I didn’t go to the meeting when they saw me out on the floor. Now, I wonder. Was this her plan? To come back on Monday and be asked why I didn’t go and her to throw me under he bus like that? Hmmm well it didn’t work.
I still ended up going to the meeting and it was almost 2 hours. It wasn’t as bad as it was I thought it was going to be. Just at the end when everyone was leaving I got put on blast by the big boss (general manager) saying how when my boss isn’t there that we basically don’t do anything. Um ok sure, if that’s what people tell you that’s fine. First check your facts bruh. We put in work, well, sometimes.
Let me tell you, two of my coworkers love to talk. When I say love to talk I mean LOVE to talk. Any one they see they will stop and talk to. I honestly think they would even stop and talk to a wall if they had an option. That slows us down so much. And gets who gets to hear it when the boss comes back. ME.
So I told one of them that they needed to basically get with it and actually work. I was frustrated and tired so I know for a fact I might have said it in a negative way.
No, I know for a fact that I did, and my intention was to hurt, so I should apologize to be honest but we’ll see where that boat floats to.
This is where I understand my boss. She doesn’t want to get scolded from her boss so she pushed us to try to be our best. Sure, she really doesn’t have any people skills but still she’s trying her best, you know?
I feel the same way right now. I don’t want to go in on Monday and be yelled at because we didn’t do anything today. It’s a pyramid. An awful one. That’s just how it is though. I’m glad it’s the weekend. I can’t wait to sit around and do nothing 🙂 .
Today was a good day until the last two hours. Let me explain. My boss yesterday asked if we wanted to stay two hours over time. Since we all hate working there with a passion, of course we all said no thanks. To this she said, “ok I’ll just mandate it for tomorrow.” Gee ok then. That means she was going to make it mandatory and we all had no option of leaving.
So today in the morning, she said that if we each finished certain tasks that we would be able to leave at the usual time. GUESS WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END OF THE DAY? Well, we finished our tasks, and in my point of view, we even did more than what we actually needed to do. But, she told all of us that we had to stay at least an hour. Ok sure not bad, but the fact that she just randomly decides these things like that buuuuuugs me sooooo much.
Maybe I shouldn’t be complaining, I know. At least I have a job. The demands of the job sometimes make you adjust your plans or even change them and yada yada yada. But still, I’m bugged. Then when we were leaving, I over heard (because she didn’t tell us) that she isn’t going to be at work tomorrow.
Great communication. Aren’t you supposed to tell your crew that you will be out? That you want them to still do what they have to do and pull in the work? That if there is anything that they may need then they can call you? Nope. She didn’t. I don’t know she’s weird. She just makes me mad. She triggers me so much almost everyday.
Now, this means that I’ll have to be going to the “manager meeting” to fill in for her since I’m her second in command. I hate doing that meeting. I think I’ve talked about it countless times before, and I’ll keep talking about it until I finally quit that place. But eh. What can you do?
In other news, I just posted a pic on IG. Hahahaha , I feel so modern. Am I in now? Can we be friends? One of my friends saw my Youtube video and said she couldn’t stop laughing. I didn’t know if that was a compliment or not. I’m glad she liked it regardless. If you haven’t watched the video you shouldn’t because it so bad. But click here if you really need to. And follow me on my Instagram if you want to, I have no friends.
Today I didn’t want to get up, oh boy didn’t I want to get up! I woke up early as hell. I don’t even know why, just opened my eyes looked at the time and was like dam it. Tried going back to sleep but got stressed I wouldn’t wake up. I still got up and went to work.
On my way to work I almost cried. I was on the verge of tears the whole ride there. I almost drove off the road and crashed just to avoid the fact that I had to go to work. I regretted even getting up in the first place, I wanted to turn back time and just call off.
As soon as I got to work, my mood changed. I have no idea where it went, who took it, or how I came to stumble upon a better mood. But it just happened.
I think it was my I don’t care attitude. I just didn’t care. What ever happened, I didn’t care. getting yelled at? I didn’t care. My boss being her usual annoying self? I didn’t care. It saved me a huge head ache. Not caring about anything really saves you energy.
But it sucks that I still have to work here. I swear I don’t care about it. I’m not even trying anymore. I’m just a body, I’m just a number in that place.
I forgot where I was going with this. Maybe I just wanted to rant. Or maybe I just wanted to let a little bit of frustration out. One of my friends says that I’m not fine. I told him that I am. I’m peachy. I’m wonderful. Aside form work I don’t have any other complaints. I don’t care about work.
It is what it is. I just don’t care.
Today, in a lame attempt to leave my current job, I had an interview at a UPS store were one of my friends works at. It was an interesting interview I’d say.
It went as usual. The usual questions were asked. A great convo was had between the manager of the store and I. Everything in the interview would give off the impression as if everything was perfect. But I have concerns.
First off, the pay is minimum wage. Here in California (USA) , that’s eleven American dollars. I would receive a major pay cut. Where I work at now I get paid pretty well.
Second, is work less hours. Although I don’t actually mind that, take in mind I’d be paid less, so then also working less hours, I would have a non existent paycheck by the end of the pay period.
Third, I’d have to work Saturdays. There’s something about having the weekend off that I just love. I used to work at McDonald’s and I never knew what that was like. I enjoy my weekends. Even though I don’t have a life, I still wish to have no life with weekends off.
The job is not right for me. But, I’m very optimistic that pretty soon, something will come along. And if not, then it’s a new adventure I’m willing to embark.