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Nine out of ten
Oct. 7th, 2006 04:00 pmNine days out of ten, I love my job. But when that tenth day hits, it hits hard.
Today was a tenth day.
I ended up leaving 2 hours early because I just didn't trust myself not to call the customers fuckheads to their faces. I didn't trust myself not to have a crying fit or a temper-tantrum to rival any three-year-old. My idiot tolerance level was nil. I just didn't want to be there, didn't want to deal with insane requests or people who just didn't get what I was trying to convey. I just didn't. Period.
So when Tim came in at three, I finished up the jobs I was working on, as well as one other job that I knew what to do, but wasn't sure I could explain it correctly, and left.
I think part of my problem was that one of our new associates, who closed last night, was waiting outside the store for me this morning, so he could let me know what he didn't get a chance to work on last night. While I appreciate the courtesy, seriously, that's what the communication log is for. Write it down. Leave me a detailed note. Don't come in and end up working three hours off the clock. It sets a bad precedent. I'm not going to work off the clock. I will leave a very detailed note the night before. So yes, I appreciate the gesture, but leaving me a note, so I could have gone over it, as well as everything else for the day, in the fifteen minutes before the store opens, I would have appreciated more. I NEED that fifteen minutes of solitary contemplation so the rest of my day doesn't suck. I didn't get it, and therefore the rest of my day was helter-skelter catch-up. I still don't know if all the machines were on and working. I didn't get to mentally schedule out my production day, so a large portion of the jobs were running late.
If Ben asks me at the meeting tomorrow why I left early, I'm tempted to tell him, "So I didn't call the customers fuckheads to their faces." Because that is the most accurate answer. I told Tim I had an emergency. I think that damn well counts as an emergency.
I'm going back to bed now. Maybe things will be better when I wake up.
Today was a tenth day.
I ended up leaving 2 hours early because I just didn't trust myself not to call the customers fuckheads to their faces. I didn't trust myself not to have a crying fit or a temper-tantrum to rival any three-year-old. My idiot tolerance level was nil. I just didn't want to be there, didn't want to deal with insane requests or people who just didn't get what I was trying to convey. I just didn't. Period.
So when Tim came in at three, I finished up the jobs I was working on, as well as one other job that I knew what to do, but wasn't sure I could explain it correctly, and left.
I think part of my problem was that one of our new associates, who closed last night, was waiting outside the store for me this morning, so he could let me know what he didn't get a chance to work on last night. While I appreciate the courtesy, seriously, that's what the communication log is for. Write it down. Leave me a detailed note. Don't come in and end up working three hours off the clock. It sets a bad precedent. I'm not going to work off the clock. I will leave a very detailed note the night before. So yes, I appreciate the gesture, but leaving me a note, so I could have gone over it, as well as everything else for the day, in the fifteen minutes before the store opens, I would have appreciated more. I NEED that fifteen minutes of solitary contemplation so the rest of my day doesn't suck. I didn't get it, and therefore the rest of my day was helter-skelter catch-up. I still don't know if all the machines were on and working. I didn't get to mentally schedule out my production day, so a large portion of the jobs were running late.
If Ben asks me at the meeting tomorrow why I left early, I'm tempted to tell him, "So I didn't call the customers fuckheads to their faces." Because that is the most accurate answer. I told Tim I had an emergency. I think that damn well counts as an emergency.
I'm going back to bed now. Maybe things will be better when I wake up.
