We Are Tiny Frames In A Much Larger Picture

Soo last night at work, I had to pick a child’s hair that had lice. I find this really disgusting and it’s not in my job description (unless you count the area that says “and any other tasks assigned as needed”). If I was aware that I would have to do this, I think I would have gave this job a second thought. Not only is it a disgusting task to pick lice out of a child’s hair, like a monkey, it also drives me into paranoia mode. I seriously came home, threw my clothes in the washer, and washed my hair in Dawn dish detergent. I should seriously get paid more for all the mental and physical stress this has caused. I think I am scarred for life. Urgh…

Today I was on the phone with my Mom bitchin’ about how my boss wasn’t working with my schedule and how I really hated my job. Meanwhile, call waiting beeps in. I look at the caller ID, it’s my boss.

“Speaking of the bitch, she’s calling now. Let me call you back…”

The other line is silent. I look at my phone. THE CALL HAD SWITCHED OVER! How much had she heard!? OMG! DO I HANG UP!? WHAT DO I DO!?

“…Hello?…”

“So I’m a bitch?”

“OMG NO! I WAS NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU! PROMISE! I WAS TALKING ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE! My Mom was calling at the same time.”

“Okay, that just kind of caught me off guard…” She rambles on about some information that I really should have been listening to but I was too shocked.

I stop her, “I’m sorry, I’m so distressed about what just happened that I’m not comprehending what you’re saying. I am really sorry, I was talking with Josh and I thought my Mom was calling. I am so sorry. I promise I was not talking about you”. 

 ”It’s okay, I just was caught off guard”.

Turns out, she was calling me to tell me that she had literally talked to EVERY employee to try to get them to work with my school schedule and no one wanted to switch. She wasn’t the one that wasn’t being flexible.

Sad thing is, my boss really isn’t a bitch. She’s actually pretty awesome and has always worked with me as much as possible. I was just venting about work and how I was pissed I had to move to a different schedule and I had just mentioned how she told me I wasn’t going to have off but one day this week.

I’m pretty sure she knew I was lying. She’s not stupid. I really don’t know how the worlds aligned perfectly at that moment that allowed such a horrible thing to happen, but it did, and I probably fucked up any chances of moving up with the company because of it.

My phone pulled the ultimate troll on me, and now everything is seriously going to hell in my life…

Just tell me it’s going to get better, please….

I’m so tired of co-workers calling in. I have seriously been called in EVERY DAY that I have been off this week. I haven’t went in during any of them considering that it’s graveyard and they call me at 8 o’clock or later. I’m sorry, but I’ve been up all day and I will not be able to stay up all night. Call me at noon and I may consider it. 

One co-worker called in for over a week because she claimed that her doctor gave her off for “stress”. Damn, I wish could get off work every time that I was stressed. This particular employee was just pouting because she got a demotion, but she CHOSE it. She chose to not be someone’s “bitch” and took at $2 pay cut. Then the bitch dared to sit and bitch to me about it and she STILL makes more than me. She also came in to work 2 hours late for her first shift and didn’t get in any trouble at all. She has not been on time to ANY shift after it. When she does come in, she is doped out on pills. It’s just pathetic. She doesn’t get in ANY trouble for it. 

I just hate that I’m getting the second degree for not coming in. They called me twice today (I didn’t answer either call). The first voicemail was the typical, “Adrienne, we wanted to see if you wanted some overtime tonight. Call us back.” The second voicemail was a supervisor, “Adrienne, [Ms. Boss Lady] wanted me to call you. We NEED you to come into work tonight. There are no other options. Call us back”. I didn’t call back. I don’t think they can fire me for not coming in to work overtime. It would be pretty unbelievable if they did considering they allow a woman doped out on pills come in to work 30 minutes to 2 hours late constantly.

Urgh, I need a new job…