A+B+C+x-variable does NOT = ABCx... it = Shitty Sunday
I don't know why. I just suddenly feel like curling up in the dark and bawling my eyes out for a few hours.
My boss is a f*ing ASSHOLE and today he fucking LIED on me to my copy and print manager, and told her I was slacking off for seven and a half f*ing hours on Friday sitting on my ASS while I could've been doing a binding job.
Like HELL.
I agreed to work 9-4 on Friday, which I usually have off so that I can take care of errands and relax after my second job. (Saturday is the only day I ever actually have OFF, and that's only because of Church.) How does Paul thank me? He cuts my hours down, so I work a total of three days last week. Heh. While I liked having the time off and got extra hours at the other job (Thank God for Karen.), I did NOT need to have my hours cut. When you take out taxes and benifits-fee I'm going to have a really shitty check next Friday.
So Friday. I get there at 9. Paul has already taken three jobs. He informs me about two of the three. I ask when they're due.
"I don't know, they said sometime during the day."
These two jobs are fucking. Ridiculously large. Job "A" is 200 booklets that have to be done in multiple colors and stapled. Okay. Simple but large.
Anyone that has ever comb bound before will understand my aggrivation for job "B". For those of you that haven't:
The machines (we have 2) we use to punch the holes is a lot like a heavy duty slot machine. The arm is on the right, it has sharp teeth protruding from the top, and the paper has to be done in quantities of 15-25 sheets at a time. Job B = 40 books that had to be printed from a CD in two different files, 200 pages each.
So this is how my adventure goes.
1: I notice a large job sitting atop the machine that's networked to the CPC computer. I ask Paul: "What is this?"
"Oh, that's another job! He needs it done right away."
". . . *stares at the three, 300 page books that need to be coil bound* Okay! :D;; So then you told ONE of the three customers we had two other jobs before theirs, right?"
"No, I figured it's slow enough back here, you can get them all done. You'll be fine right? *Gives that fake smile of his.*"
". . . Maybe." (Thinking: You fucking morron.)
2: I print Job B's books because it's the largest. I start to punch them after starting job A running on the copier.
3: Job A finishes, I box it, print the invoice and put it aside for the customer who shows up thirty minutes later to get it. Whew, that was close... It's going on 11 and no one has offered to help me out yet, heh, no big deal. Paul? Helping customers/doing sales floor's job. ||||;;;;;
3: I continue working on Job B. Job C shows up at 11:30. Paul tells me "This gentleman needs some help. *gestures to him and walks away*"
"How can I help you sir?"
"This is my job. T_T *points to Job C, which is next to the coil binding machine, untouched."
". .;;; Oh, I see! I'm sorry, sir! I'll get startd on it right away! *gets paper in, punches some of it and goes to put it on the pil-- stops* . . ."
". . . Your machine is missing a peg. T_T *points to the spot in the middle that wasn't punched*"
". . . ||||;;;;"
"I have tools back home, I work on machines, I can fix it."
I page paul to CPC. Paul comes to CPC. Hears problem. Offers the man his binding job for free in exchange for fixing the machine.
Guy leaves. Paul asks: "So are you going to be alright over here working on this or should I send someone over?"
"Yeah.... Paul. Send someone over." (Thinking: T___T++)
He sends Roletta over to help, finally. Roletta helps me bind Job B until 12, then has to leave to ring since our other cashier is scheduled to leave at 12.
Paul sends said cashier over to help after talking her into staying over for me. Terri is her name. Thank God for her, she's the best. ~_~
12:30: Enter Job x-variable.
1: Lady comes in with FOURTY. XD Heh. FOURTY ONE COOKBOOKS. 191 pages EACH!!!! XDDDD;;;; "I need these bound by tonight, please!! ^__^"
Paul: :DDD OKAY!! *dollar sign eyes* Koree! How soon can you do these? An hour? :D
My inward reaction: Oh no you fucking didn't just ask me-- T______________O ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR *** DAMNED FUCKING MIND!??!?! THATS FOURTY ONE FUCKING BOOKS!!! IM NOT EVEN DONE WITH THE FIRST JOBS YET YOU MORRON!!! >O!!!!
"Uh, I don't know Paul. ^_^;; I'm not done with the other job yet and that's 41 books..."
Paul: "Three hours?"
((Sure Paul! Let me just pop in my extra sets of arms and hands really quick!))
".... ||||;; No. Not today. Maybe next week?"
Paul: "What about the weekend?"
"Maybe, but--"
Paul: "*ignoring me now and talking to the lady who is also ignoring me now.* How about Sunday?"
Me: . . . *twitch, walks away*
^__^ If you'd like to hear the end of Job x-variable, read on.
Terri stayed until THREE, (in between which I finished Job C (the guy was really understanding in the end.) and Terri not only helped bind job C but to cover my lunch which I didn't get until two thirty.
So we got 90% of the job done (OH! :D I almost forgot! XD The CD reader decided to die before I could print the second set of obooks!!! :DDDDD So it took Tim 15 minutes to get them up via the network for me to print. |D *THUMBS UP.*) and Terri really has to go by then. I finish the job on my own and clean CPC up because it's time for ME to go and I didn't want the place to be HELL for whoever covered.
Rhonda called in sick with a stomach virus and Paul says to her |D;;; "Take some pepto Bysmal and come on in, we can't have any call offs." >:| *URGE TO MAIM!!!*
So Rhonda never showed up at four. I paged Paul to tell him I had to go, heh. Three times. He didn't return a single one. I paged Carl once and he came rushing. I told him I couldn't stay past dark, filled him in, and at four-twenty I finally left.
Story doesn't end there. Don't forget about Job x-variable.
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So I came in today and Christine was there at 10. She pulls me aside and says she needs to ask me something.
What she said, I will never forget.
First she asked why I didn't finish x-variable job. Incredulous, I answer that I was swamped from 9 till 4. Confused, she replies: According to Paul I didn't do ANYTHING on Friday, and he didn't know why I hadn't started the job/had it done.
*nods* Yep. That's right. Paul lied. Blatantly. He checked on me four times Friday. He sent two cashiers over because I was so busy working on those jobs that he didn't even fucking bother to get a due-date time on. Yeah. He said I didn't do anything Friday. He said everyone else saw me doing nothing in CPC all day.
It gets better.
So, Rhonda, Christine, and Jim (another cashier) all got overtime because GUESS WHAT. XD PAUL PROMISED THIS LADY WE'D HAVE THIS JOB DONE ON SUNDAY BY TWO THIRTY. HA HA. ISNT THAT GREAT. HA HA HA. Because Saturday they are non-stop busy (2 people had to work CPC just to get all 41 books hole-punched while the other one did the other jobs that came and went. *We only have 1 coil binding machine*).
So I didn't have to do door-greeter duty today. Instead I got to work CPC all day working on that job, which, for those who wonder, we had to call in on and didn't get done with until four.
There are two other incidents besides the scheduling and lying to Christine (CPC manager) about me. I'll write them in later.
The moral of the story is: I'm too f*ing tired. I'll tell you tomorrow.
My boss is a f*ing ASSHOLE and today he fucking LIED on me to my copy and print manager, and told her I was slacking off for seven and a half f*ing hours on Friday sitting on my ASS while I could've been doing a binding job.
Like HELL.
I agreed to work 9-4 on Friday, which I usually have off so that I can take care of errands and relax after my second job. (Saturday is the only day I ever actually have OFF, and that's only because of Church.) How does Paul thank me? He cuts my hours down, so I work a total of three days last week. Heh. While I liked having the time off and got extra hours at the other job (Thank God for Karen.), I did NOT need to have my hours cut. When you take out taxes and benifits-fee I'm going to have a really shitty check next Friday.
So Friday. I get there at 9. Paul has already taken three jobs. He informs me about two of the three. I ask when they're due.
"I don't know, they said sometime during the day."
These two jobs are fucking. Ridiculously large. Job "A" is 200 booklets that have to be done in multiple colors and stapled. Okay. Simple but large.
Anyone that has ever comb bound before will understand my aggrivation for job "B". For those of you that haven't:
The machines (we have 2) we use to punch the holes is a lot like a heavy duty slot machine. The arm is on the right, it has sharp teeth protruding from the top, and the paper has to be done in quantities of 15-25 sheets at a time. Job B = 40 books that had to be printed from a CD in two different files, 200 pages each.
So this is how my adventure goes.
1: I notice a large job sitting atop the machine that's networked to the CPC computer. I ask Paul: "What is this?"
"Oh, that's another job! He needs it done right away."
". . . *stares at the three, 300 page books that need to be coil bound* Okay! :D;; So then you told ONE of the three customers we had two other jobs before theirs, right?"
"No, I figured it's slow enough back here, you can get them all done. You'll be fine right? *Gives that fake smile of his.*"
". . . Maybe." (Thinking: You fucking morron.)
2: I print Job B's books because it's the largest. I start to punch them after starting job A running on the copier.
3: Job A finishes, I box it, print the invoice and put it aside for the customer who shows up thirty minutes later to get it. Whew, that was close... It's going on 11 and no one has offered to help me out yet, heh, no big deal. Paul? Helping customers/doing sales floor's job. ||||;;;;;
3: I continue working on Job B. Job C shows up at 11:30. Paul tells me "This gentleman needs some help. *gestures to him and walks away*"
"How can I help you sir?"
"This is my job. T_T *points to Job C, which is next to the coil binding machine, untouched."
". .;;; Oh, I see! I'm sorry, sir! I'll get startd on it right away! *gets paper in, punches some of it and goes to put it on the pil-- stops* . . ."
". . . Your machine is missing a peg. T_T *points to the spot in the middle that wasn't punched*"
". . . ||||;;;;"
"I have tools back home, I work on machines, I can fix it."
I page paul to CPC. Paul comes to CPC. Hears problem. Offers the man his binding job for free in exchange for fixing the machine.
Guy leaves. Paul asks: "So are you going to be alright over here working on this or should I send someone over?"
"Yeah.... Paul. Send someone over." (Thinking: T___T++)
He sends Roletta over to help, finally. Roletta helps me bind Job B until 12, then has to leave to ring since our other cashier is scheduled to leave at 12.
Paul sends said cashier over to help after talking her into staying over for me. Terri is her name. Thank God for her, she's the best. ~_~
12:30: Enter Job x-variable.
1: Lady comes in with FOURTY. XD Heh. FOURTY ONE COOKBOOKS. 191 pages EACH!!!! XDDDD;;;; "I need these bound by tonight, please!! ^__^"
Paul: :DDD OKAY!! *dollar sign eyes* Koree! How soon can you do these? An hour? :D
My inward reaction: Oh no you fucking didn't just ask me-- T______________O ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR *** DAMNED FUCKING MIND!??!?! THATS FOURTY ONE FUCKING BOOKS!!! IM NOT EVEN DONE WITH THE FIRST JOBS YET YOU MORRON!!! >O!!!!
"Uh, I don't know Paul. ^_^;; I'm not done with the other job yet and that's 41 books..."
Paul: "Three hours?"
((Sure Paul! Let me just pop in my extra sets of arms and hands really quick!))
".... ||||;; No. Not today. Maybe next week?"
Paul: "What about the weekend?"
"Maybe, but--"
Paul: "*ignoring me now and talking to the lady who is also ignoring me now.* How about Sunday?"
Me: . . . *twitch, walks away*
^__^ If you'd like to hear the end of Job x-variable, read on.
Terri stayed until THREE, (in between which I finished Job C (the guy was really understanding in the end.) and Terri not only helped bind job C but to cover my lunch which I didn't get until two thirty.
So we got 90% of the job done (OH! :D I almost forgot! XD The CD reader decided to die before I could print the second set of obooks!!! :DDDDD So it took Tim 15 minutes to get them up via the network for me to print. |D *THUMBS UP.*) and Terri really has to go by then. I finish the job on my own and clean CPC up because it's time for ME to go and I didn't want the place to be HELL for whoever covered.
Rhonda called in sick with a stomach virus and Paul says to her |D;;; "Take some pepto Bysmal and come on in, we can't have any call offs." >:| *URGE TO MAIM!!!*
So Rhonda never showed up at four. I paged Paul to tell him I had to go, heh. Three times. He didn't return a single one. I paged Carl once and he came rushing. I told him I couldn't stay past dark, filled him in, and at four-twenty I finally left.
Story doesn't end there. Don't forget about Job x-variable.
===============================
So I came in today and Christine was there at 10. She pulls me aside and says she needs to ask me something.
What she said, I will never forget.
First she asked why I didn't finish x-variable job. Incredulous, I answer that I was swamped from 9 till 4. Confused, she replies: According to Paul I didn't do ANYTHING on Friday, and he didn't know why I hadn't started the job/had it done.
*nods* Yep. That's right. Paul lied. Blatantly. He checked on me four times Friday. He sent two cashiers over because I was so busy working on those jobs that he didn't even fucking bother to get a due-date time on. Yeah. He said I didn't do anything Friday. He said everyone else saw me doing nothing in CPC all day.
It gets better.
So, Rhonda, Christine, and Jim (another cashier) all got overtime because GUESS WHAT. XD PAUL PROMISED THIS LADY WE'D HAVE THIS JOB DONE ON SUNDAY BY TWO THIRTY. HA HA. ISNT THAT GREAT. HA HA HA. Because Saturday they are non-stop busy (2 people had to work CPC just to get all 41 books hole-punched while the other one did the other jobs that came and went. *We only have 1 coil binding machine*).
So I didn't have to do door-greeter duty today. Instead I got to work CPC all day working on that job, which, for those who wonder, we had to call in on and didn't get done with until four.
There are two other incidents besides the scheduling and lying to Christine (CPC manager) about me. I'll write them in later.
The moral of the story is: I'm too f*ing tired. I'll tell you tomorrow.