It's 2 days before October and I'm planning ahead on my bujo.
I never get a regular amount of sleep due to my shifting schedule. It is considered as an occupational health hazard and organizations should come up with ways to control this hazard. By planning ahead, I hope I can keep up with my sleep and also my shifting schedule.
So my schedule was changed by an hour without being notified, and this new manager scheduled me for less than 30 hours because fuck being able to barely live off of what I earn. I am once again fucked.
So I have a coworker who is, basically, about as old as my mom, if not older. So I basically try to show her as much respect as possible. Unfortunately, the feeling isn't mutual. No, she's a grade A Bitch. All she does is complain. I complain a lot, and she even has me going, "Damn, take a chill pill, wtf?" All I hear from her is how horrible I am, how no one is pulling their weight, how she shouldn't have to work so hard. Well, here's the deal, there. We had two people who haven't been store support much, let alone in the morning. Whooooole different ball game. So either one of them on it were bad. Period. And even though one of them is a shift, it happens. You gotta keep doing it for them to get better. Now, for 6:30AM, we had a cambro due, and that is over 3 gallons of coffee right there. It takes a long ass time to brew when you've got 4 different coffees going and no set store support until about....7AM. Now, I'm running around doing my Shift morning tasks while having to deal with the police (different long story), and it just so happened cut into the morning prep time. This didn't impact either other opener, I got my shit done, but the store was kinda...stressed until everyone got there. Shitty, yes, but it happens. It got on track, life went on.
APPARENTLY ME TALKING TO THE POLICE FOR ABOUT FIVE MINUTES WAS THE EQUILIVANT OF ME BEING LAZY AND NOT DOING MY JOB. And this warranted her telling my boss, and then the fucking District Manager. She called the fucking District. Manager. And then had the audacity to tell me that NO ONE pulled their weight this morning (I didn't stop moving except to do the fucking order), and that everyone is lazy. This is not the first time she's told me this, and by told I mean yelled at and lectured me about. And, honestly, its really fucking hard being polite to her. She had me crying the other day because of the shit she told me that I did wrong, on a day we all busted our asses and even my manager was like "we did good all things considered." Like, what the hell?
She has stated she's doing too much at work and she's stressed out. You know what has her stressed out? Brewing the occasional batch of coffee, doing the cold bar flip, and doing some dishes while being on register up front when there are, basically, no customers in the damn cafe. And, here's the kicker, NO ONE TOLD HER TO DO THOSE THINGS EXCEPT TO RUN THE FRONT REGISTER. SHE IS DOING THEM ALL HERSELF WITHOUT ANYONE ASKING, NO INSTRUCTION. And she has the gall to fucking chew me out when all I do is go, "Thank you for doing the dishes!" Just me trying to show her appreciation is grounds for her to go the fuck off on me. Like, what the hell?! Even my issues with my manager are getting better than dealing with her, and I'm fucking pissed off.
She wrote a quote on the board about people who feel appreciated work harder. Welp, I don't feel appreciated at my job, at all. I don't feel like anyone takes notice when I bust my ass, especially when I'm in pain, and, to be honest, it makes this job so much harder. Feeling unappreciated and taken for granted fucking sucks. And being this upset makes my cyst hurt more and I just wanna hang out somewhere and chill but nope. So I'mma go rage cry and huddle up against my heating pad now.
