Some things are starting to unravel themselves... somewhat. I talked to my dad and we worked out a few things. It should be better now. So I'm glad that shebokel is over. He said that I should just go at the pace I want to go instead of pushing me to get through school. He started to think how his life is and how mom's life was and realized that just because he got through school it didn't make him happy and mom worked her ass off and died before she was able to get the payoff from going to school.
I've started to go through my garage to see if I can find stuff to sell. So far I've spent about five hours cleaning the garage so I can get to the stuff that is worth money. So far I have about 600 bucks in parts that I can sell. I'll be listing the stuff up soon. Tomorrow I have the day off and I might request Wednesday off because of some reason I will speak about in a second. So.... pretty soon here I'll have enough funds to get the car going and what not.
Work sort of took a small dump. My boss is kind of stupid. She's cool, but sometimes has her moments. I kind of have multiple bosses. I work for different departments and in those departments I have different bosses. Dur. So, the person who deals with the cars is the director of the company. I asked her if I could use one of the cars to get parts for the bus when I was fixing it and she was all mad because I didn't go through the chain of command. WTF. I just took out the middle man and saved time.
She went off on tons of stuff. Another thing was that she got talked to apparently by the director because I was doing personal stuff while we had down time at work. WE HAD NOTHING TO DO. So I decided to work on personal stuff and use the down time to my advantage. WTF WTF WTF. I can understand if she just said not to do it in a place where I'd be seen by others but she ranted about it. Since I was using my personal phone and making phone calls and such she said that I need to limit my use of my phone while working. Whatever.
Next was that I thought I'd ask if I could rent one of the houses to live in for a while. I don't know why she would be mad about that but she was. She has no decisions over that at all.
Then I asked for a raise in pay. She has no control over what I get paid so I asked the director who makes all of the pay decisions. I work for all departments so I figured that'd be ok. On top of that I asked if I could get paid more for other departments that I work for which my Residential boss has no control over either. So I don't see WTF that was all about.
While I was talking to the director of my work place casually and just talking I mentioned that I was told that residential hours had been cut. She said they haven't been cut and then we got on the topic of that because she decided to check what the hours were with the time sheets that were printed out on her desk. All I did was mention that residential hours were cut and my boss got wind that we had that conversation and she thought I was asking for more hours and took it a whole different way. I wasn't asking for more hours at all, I was just stating what I had been told.
I guess I messed up a little here. I had gotten into a car accident as I posted before. I am pretty sure I told everybody and I didn't think it was that bad of a problem. I tried to tell everybody at work and she says she didn't get told that. I'm pretty sure I did so I don't know WTF is up with that. Then she went on about what if I couldn't catch one of the students if they fell. Mean while I'm thinking, what about the other smaller girls that work there. They can't hold those people either or catch them. She's mad because I couldn't do the manual labor that I ALWAYS do there. I'm one of the two men there that can pick up heavier objects and because the two of us got injured at the same time she decides to take shit out on me. That's just wrong. She's all like, you should have called in and told me you couldn't work. I could pick up things that are of regular weight like 25-35lb's but nothing like a frigging desk that she asked me to move or huge file cabnits. I don't think my regular RESIDENTIAL duties call for lifting cabnits, desks, and large amounts of chairs on a daily basis. If it does why don't the other residential members EVER do that stuff. Oh yeah, because I'm one of the guys that does more than is what is asked of him and when I don't do that 150% they think I'm slacking and screwing up. F that shit.
She got on me because my car isn't running. She's like. You are a mechanic and were getting paid a lot for a while. Why don't you have a reliable car? Hummm, maybe because I don't have STABLE hours to afford a good car. I'm working on a reliable car but to make a reliable car it takes lots of money. Gimme a frigging break.
She said that some co-workers complained that I was on drugs or some crap. The prescription drugs that I got from the hospital. I had mentioned them at the picnic we had on Friday because I was talking about the accident and I said that I had tried one of the medicines and that it just made me want to sleep and that I wasn't going to take it any more. She should know I wouldn't come into work with heavy medication. How dare she suspect that I might do that.
Now I know I did mess up. I made a small change to my schedule. I was supposed to work till 10pm and my co-worker was supposed to get off at 9pm. She says that her boss, the director, yelled at her but that's not possible but she hasn't seen the time sheets yet because they haven't been turned in yet. She's just made that I made the change without asking her whether it was alright or not. My other co-worker was staying till 10pm any ways to do school work then go home because she can't do school work there. It hurt nobody and it worked out a lot better for the both of us. On top of that I didn't bother her at all and she sometimes calls and says that she's upset that the other employees call her on every little thing. This was a little thing. She needs to chill the fuck out. But, I did mess up there.
Lastly she said I need to leave personal issues at home. Such as the car, living there, and phone call stuff. The car thing is a work in progress and she should know that, the living thing... ok, and the phone thing was explained already. I'm going to have a talk with her on Wednesday to tell her some of these things. She says she wants me to talk to her more and that we need to be more of a team so I will explain myself to her since she wants that.
Tomorrow I leave to talk to UCF and turn in my papers to them. My written up letter, admittance sheet, and anything else they need. I gotta get to bed so peace out!
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