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God Money, I'd Do Anything For You
Oct. 12th, 2006 03:16 amWork was mucho sucko thanks to an unempathetic supervisor. She sent a feverish worker with laryngitis out in the rain to take out the garbage (why didn't she send someone not sick, like me?). Apparently, she sent the same sick woman out to do it yesterday, too.
And she had me work window at drivethrough, something I find extremely stressful and painful. First of all, due to my ADD, I have an almost impossible time listening to my headset, listening to the people around me, and keeping track of the text on the monitor in front of me. Secondly, the window has been set up for someone substantially shorter than I am, so my back is killing me from the repetitive and very awkward twisting and bending I did. Thirdly, even though I was working my arse off to the absolute best of my ability, she kept sniping me with comments like, "You need to speed up," "You're taking too long," and "You need to get on the ball." And she also kept telling me to do things I had already started doing.
It took every bit of my self-control not to lay into her.
To top it off, I didn't even get any of the tips our team collected at drive-through.
I give my notice in a week and a day. That means I work three more weeks and one day.
Damn. That's too far off.
Hopefully, she won't be the supervisor for any more nights that I'll be working. The other supervisors are much easier to work with, and understand the value of empathy and just how inefficient micro-managing is.
I don't think she means ill. When she's not working, she seems to be friendly enough. I just think she's a shitty, shitty supervisor.
Ah well. Here's a joke to make you smile:
This woman goes into a funeral home to make arrangements for her husband's funeral. She tells the director that she wants her husband to be buried in a dark blue suit.
He asks, "Wouldn't it just be easier to bury him in the black suit that he's wearing?" But she insists that it must be a blue suit and gives him a blank check to buy one.
When she comes back for the wake, she sees her husband in the coffin and he is wearing a beautiful blue suit. She tells the director how much she loves the suit and asks how much it cost.
He says, "Actually, it didn't cost anything. The funniest thing happened. As soon as you left, another corpse was brought in, this one wearing a blue suit. I noticed that they were about the same size, and asked the other widow if she would mind if her husband were buried in a black suit. She said that was fine with her. So, I just switched the heads."
And she had me work window at drivethrough, something I find extremely stressful and painful. First of all, due to my ADD, I have an almost impossible time listening to my headset, listening to the people around me, and keeping track of the text on the monitor in front of me. Secondly, the window has been set up for someone substantially shorter than I am, so my back is killing me from the repetitive and very awkward twisting and bending I did. Thirdly, even though I was working my arse off to the absolute best of my ability, she kept sniping me with comments like, "You need to speed up," "You're taking too long," and "You need to get on the ball." And she also kept telling me to do things I had already started doing.
It took every bit of my self-control not to lay into her.
To top it off, I didn't even get any of the tips our team collected at drive-through.
I give my notice in a week and a day. That means I work three more weeks and one day.
Damn. That's too far off.
Hopefully, she won't be the supervisor for any more nights that I'll be working. The other supervisors are much easier to work with, and understand the value of empathy and just how inefficient micro-managing is.
I don't think she means ill. When she's not working, she seems to be friendly enough. I just think she's a shitty, shitty supervisor.
Ah well. Here's a joke to make you smile:
This woman goes into a funeral home to make arrangements for her husband's funeral. She tells the director that she wants her husband to be buried in a dark blue suit.
He asks, "Wouldn't it just be easier to bury him in the black suit that he's wearing?" But she insists that it must be a blue suit and gives him a blank check to buy one.
When she comes back for the wake, she sees her husband in the coffin and he is wearing a beautiful blue suit. She tells the director how much she loves the suit and asks how much it cost.
He says, "Actually, it didn't cost anything. The funniest thing happened. As soon as you left, another corpse was brought in, this one wearing a blue suit. I noticed that they were about the same size, and asked the other widow if she would mind if her husband were buried in a black suit. She said that was fine with her. So, I just switched the heads."
