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drunkenpandaren) wrote2004-11-23 11:46 am
drunkenpandaren) wrote2004-11-23 11:46 am
I have come to the conclusion...
... that someone HATES me at work.
Lets see.... Late August, early September. I got slapped with a Sexual Harassment Warning and as a result, I became moody and unstable for weeks on end. I did the work I could but I couldn't focus whatsoever.
Then, my birthday rolled around. See previous posts for the horrific details.
And now, THIS. My workplace has slapped me with a Misconduct Warning with 1 more warning and then I'm sacked.
Item A : I was at the till doing my own money drops 1 day after being told no and using someone elses number to do so. To make matters worse, it was after three days of missing a total of 60 dollars from the till. AND the Till was open.
The Truth : I was at the till counting out my money, and checking my Account Balance. A perfectly LEGAL thing to do for a driver. AND to boot, using my OWN number to check the Balance. AND the Till was NOT EVEN OPEN!
Item B : I, as a driver, am overstepping my bounds for work, telling people what to do without authority.
The Truth : I suggest. That's ALL I do. And I help someone who doesn't know what to do. It's part of my nature. I can't help it if someone thinks that I'm acting like a manager cause I'm NOT.
Item C : Mood swings. That's right, MOOD FUCKING SWINGS! Apparently I'm not being Happy Enough for people at work, thus adversely affecting the workplace.
The Truth : YOU come off of two or three months of bad weeks, nearly loose your father to a psuedo-divorce, get slapped with a Sexual Harassment Warning, 10 dollars PER WEEK for deliveries in total AND to top it all off, a NEW Misconduct Warning? Someone call a US Army Personel in. I think I need someone shot to death.
So in short, I'm mad as hell. And if it wern't for mom talking to me and trying to divert me from my path of revenge/murder/arson, (and I'd do it too if it wern't for mom), I woulda quit by now. But NOOO! I have things to pay for. Thus, I'm stuck in the Hellhole that is Panago without any solice in the building.
Sigh. I'm going to lurk in the office and play video games until someone needs me. And I'm NOT coming in until they call me. Hell... I'm calling in sick tommorow. I think Bubonic Plague sounds good right now...
Lets see.... Late August, early September. I got slapped with a Sexual Harassment Warning and as a result, I became moody and unstable for weeks on end. I did the work I could but I couldn't focus whatsoever.
Then, my birthday rolled around. See previous posts for the horrific details.
And now, THIS. My workplace has slapped me with a Misconduct Warning with 1 more warning and then I'm sacked.
Item A : I was at the till doing my own money drops 1 day after being told no and using someone elses number to do so. To make matters worse, it was after three days of missing a total of 60 dollars from the till. AND the Till was open.
The Truth : I was at the till counting out my money, and checking my Account Balance. A perfectly LEGAL thing to do for a driver. AND to boot, using my OWN number to check the Balance. AND the Till was NOT EVEN OPEN!
Item B : I, as a driver, am overstepping my bounds for work, telling people what to do without authority.
The Truth : I suggest. That's ALL I do. And I help someone who doesn't know what to do. It's part of my nature. I can't help it if someone thinks that I'm acting like a manager cause I'm NOT.
Item C : Mood swings. That's right, MOOD FUCKING SWINGS! Apparently I'm not being Happy Enough for people at work, thus adversely affecting the workplace.
The Truth : YOU come off of two or three months of bad weeks, nearly loose your father to a psuedo-divorce, get slapped with a Sexual Harassment Warning, 10 dollars PER WEEK for deliveries in total AND to top it all off, a NEW Misconduct Warning? Someone call a US Army Personel in. I think I need someone shot to death.
So in short, I'm mad as hell. And if it wern't for mom talking to me and trying to divert me from my path of revenge/murder/arson, (and I'd do it too if it wern't for mom), I woulda quit by now. But NOOO! I have things to pay for. Thus, I'm stuck in the Hellhole that is Panago without any solice in the building.
Sigh. I'm going to lurk in the office and play video games until someone needs me. And I'm NOT coming in until they call me. Hell... I'm calling in sick tommorow. I think Bubonic Plague sounds good right now...