So I am about 3000% done with like, my whole job.
In fact, if I were to get fired for this, I am not entirely sure I would care. But I have been very careful (I think) and I don't think I have ever once said my company name. I think. Hmm... Well fuck it I don't really have the decency to care anymore.
When you only give me thirteen hours (I REPEAT THIRTEEN FUCKING HOURS!!!!!!!), I kind of lose all my patience with your bullshit. I mean when I have closer to twenty-four to twenty-five hours, I am far less likely to be in a pissy mood. but THIRTEEN HOURS?!?!?!?!?!? And I can't figure out what the fuck I am doing WRONG!!!
And then on top of that, there's the fact that I've been there longer than ANY of the other girls, yet I'm getting the short end of the stick. They get more hours, longer shifts, and yet they can't do NEAR as good of a job as I can. And I am the only one who also seems to be capable of picking up the mess too!
And then OH MY FUCKING GOD when I am actually there! If it's not one thing that's backed up it's another. Shipment, go-backs, cleaning, daily goals. And we can't ever leave until all the shit is done, which means I don't get home until 11 at night, my legs feeling like they would like to fall off of my body, and my mom pissed because either she A: Had to wait for me because I said ten thirty, or B: Is mad because my dad had to wait an insubordinate amount of time and thus ruin whatever plans she had.
And I can't figure out ANY GOOD that's coming from this!!! I mean if I could see some turnaround, I would extremely less pissed. But all I can see is us falling farther behind, not meeting the unrealistic expectations our new district manager is setting, and myself falling into a vicious cycle I fought really hard to get away from almost four years ago. I'm no longer hopeless and a victim. I am standing on my own two feet (However delicately), and I am PISSED. I don't see the point in all this senseless annoyance. Maybe it's cuz I'm not high enough up in the chain of command.
Which brings me to my final point of annoyance, and is ultimately prompting me to try and find something else: I was there long before the girl who got promoted came along. I TRAINED her. And she got the promotion, not me.
I realize I am being a little petty here, but at this point, It's all just been festering and boiling. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go take my problems out my characters and eat grapes angrily. And wish my headache would go away. So... yeah. Bye.
Sincerely,
-Katie
In fact, if I were to get fired for this, I am not entirely sure I would care. But I have been very careful (I think) and I don't think I have ever once said my company name. I think. Hmm... Well fuck it I don't really have the decency to care anymore.
When you only give me thirteen hours (I REPEAT THIRTEEN FUCKING HOURS!!!!!!!), I kind of lose all my patience with your bullshit. I mean when I have closer to twenty-four to twenty-five hours, I am far less likely to be in a pissy mood. but THIRTEEN HOURS?!?!?!?!?!? And I can't figure out what the fuck I am doing WRONG!!!
And then on top of that, there's the fact that I've been there longer than ANY of the other girls, yet I'm getting the short end of the stick. They get more hours, longer shifts, and yet they can't do NEAR as good of a job as I can. And I am the only one who also seems to be capable of picking up the mess too!
And then OH MY FUCKING GOD when I am actually there! If it's not one thing that's backed up it's another. Shipment, go-backs, cleaning, daily goals. And we can't ever leave until all the shit is done, which means I don't get home until 11 at night, my legs feeling like they would like to fall off of my body, and my mom pissed because either she A: Had to wait for me because I said ten thirty, or B: Is mad because my dad had to wait an insubordinate amount of time and thus ruin whatever plans she had.
And I can't figure out ANY GOOD that's coming from this!!! I mean if I could see some turnaround, I would extremely less pissed. But all I can see is us falling farther behind, not meeting the unrealistic expectations our new district manager is setting, and myself falling into a vicious cycle I fought really hard to get away from almost four years ago. I'm no longer hopeless and a victim. I am standing on my own two feet (However delicately), and I am PISSED. I don't see the point in all this senseless annoyance. Maybe it's cuz I'm not high enough up in the chain of command.
Which brings me to my final point of annoyance, and is ultimately prompting me to try and find something else: I was there long before the girl who got promoted came along. I TRAINED her. And she got the promotion, not me.
I realize I am being a little petty here, but at this point, It's all just been festering and boiling. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go take my problems out my characters and eat grapes angrily. And wish my headache would go away. So... yeah. Bye.
Sincerely,
-Katie
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