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Am I gonna hand my notice in today? Who knows 🤷🏻♀️
What do you do about a manager who patronises you, refuses to give you credit, overrides your decisions because he thinks he can do your job better than you despite not being qualified, jokes around like “we’re all friends here, what’s the problem?” when you try and raise concerns, and just generally doesn’t respect you?
Oh, but he also calls on you to fix things for a team you’re not even on when he fails to manage them properly.
Fuck management, seriously.
If I didn’t love my job, I would so be out of here.
So, yesterday I had a really bad day at work. I’m being shunted out of a position I worked hard for, and being replaced with someone less experienced because they can pay a newbie pittance. I’m keeping my job but being sent back to my old position. I ended up walking out early because I was on the verge of crying, quitting or punching the manager who made the call, none of which would have actually helped fix the problem.
So I came home all riled up, I read through all the lovely and amazing comments people left me on Ch 1 of my story at AO3 this week, and I channeled it all into writing. Yesterday I wrote 1.5k words, and today I added another 1.8k. I never write that fast - usually I consider it a good day if I make 500 words.
So, thanks to everyone who left me comments or kudos or likes, they really do make a huge difference to writers, and inspire them to write more! And I guess a thanks to my asshole manager, for getting me fired up in the first place, lol.
I lost one of my jobs so I need to find another one.
Today at work I came face-to-face with a lashing-out manager. So the shift started out okay, simple drinks and stuff, when the head man, the Owner trots in. We mere employees started whispering, because Owner only comes when somebody's in trouble. And they were. Owner started chewing out the gathered managers for some reason or another for nearly fifteen minutes before he left. The day continued, and it was about time for me to go home, so I asked the attending manager if I needed to do anything before I clocked out. He turns to me and says, "Do you clock out now, or until I tell you to." And I KNEW that this was a power play, a show of dominance. Another employee told me that I shouldn't have said that, because the manager was going to keep me late. Now it's thirty minutes after my scheduled clock-out time, and I can feel myself getting close to tears. A co-worker tells me to expect to work late with this manager. Now I am seriously about to cry. I can't stand having things thrown out of whack. Finally, forty minutes after I was supposed to have left, the manager releases me, and I skuttle out of there as fast as I can. I have an emotional breakdown on the way home, and have a good cry in the shower. My dad told me that hurt people hurt others, and it just so happened that my manager was a controller and a hurt person, and I was a convenient target. Please. Please, please, PLEASE don't ever do something like my manager did. While I realize now I earned more money, it was still a very distressing experience.
Fucking weak. We couldn't go 5 min w/ downtime, they had to drag us into a meeting for some bullshit start/stop/sustain exercise. Even worse, the manager refused to actually put anything under "weakness." He put it all under "opportunity." Fucking gag me.
my Twitter, 12/08/2010
Me: Okay I'm really tired and it's to the point where Joanna and I are snapping at each other because we're both cranky...I think I need to leave soon.
Manager: *rolls eyes* I was here when you got here.
Well excuse me for being tired after working a 6 hour shift that turned into 9 while wearing uncomfortable shoes so I won't slip in your kitchen because you won't replace the goddamn dishwasher. After all, you have it so much fucking harder than me. You definitely don't have to spend 4+ hours on your feet without a break - sitting in that 'managers only' office chair has to be so much more exhausting than running after the American appetite.
Oh, and I forgot the most important part - an actual livable paycheck? Ouch. Minimum wage is where it's AT, bitches.