This week has marked a turn for the worse for my current employment.
I’ve been late every day this week due to traffic, for starters.
This in itself is not good, because the new policy that went into effect last month states that if one is tardy more than three times in a 90 day period, one may be fired.
YES, if one is TARDY.
As in WTF, IS THIS GRADE SCHOOL?
I’ve been a ball of anxiety, heartburn and stress as a result, and I’ve been near tears twice this week. I call my manager from the road to give her status and tell her I’m really trying. I get to work and take a screenshot of the traffic report (www.511.org) to prove my case. I have become seriously depressed this week.
Then, yesterday I got an email stating that I had an appointment with the new assistant to the CEO – he wanted to interview me for the new department they’re forming up – the one I aced the typing test for.
I went to the appointment but the door was closed. So I waited.
After about 15 minutes of this, I went back to my desk and started taking calls again. The director of Support came up to me to apologize and told me to go back to the dude’s office in 15 minutes. The director walked into my lovely fart cloud as I was on the phone with a customer to tell me this news. Way to go towards my department change…
So I walk back over to the head cheese’s office and on the way, I see the director. He tells me sorry, wait again, and we walked back to the other building again.
I never got another email or invite to be interviewed for the rest of yesterday or today. So I guess that’s off, now…
Today during the one-on-one meeting with my manager (which has been changing dates repeatedly over the past month, first it’s every Friday, then every Monday, now every Thursday), she informed me that the director of support is going to fire me next time I’m late and he doesn’t care about my excuses or screenshots of traffic reports to prove my case.
Today for example I was on time until I got to the flat stretch before the toll gates, then it came to a screeching halt because of a five car pileup at the toll gates. They CLOSED the whole road down. It took me an hour to get through the flats and cross the bridge to work, when usually, my entire trip only takes about an hour in the morning. And there’s no place to turn around on the flats. It’s a one-way highway straight to the toll gates, and one is walled in on all sides by three lanes of traffic. But the big bossman director dude doesn’t care.
Then my manager dropped a bomb. She is moving to another team, and told me that whomever they hire as the replacement manager is likely to get rid of me first thing based upon this week’s attendance. I was made at this point to sign a form stating I understood that my tardiness may be the firing of me next time it occurs.
And then, the kick in the stomach – the punch in the nose – we discussed which is more likely to get me fired – my health condition or the tardies. I pointed out that as of next month, I’ll reach the “three incidents of PTO in a 90 day period” rule. My boss waved her hand and said not to worry, by October I’ll be okay because I’ll have accrued a couple more PTO days.
I said yes but October makes it incident number four. My boss said basically that it DOESN’T – that the three incidents will be July-August-September. And then in October I’ll get the PTO days, so it goes August-September-October, and so on.
I don’t follow this, because doesn’t that mean by November then I’ll be let go? She says nawww, in October it will be September-October-November….she says I’ll never be at risk for being fired because I’ll always have some PTO ahead of me.
I think she’s off her nut.
Now, hear me out while I do the math so to speak. I know it’s a moot point but it’s the point of the matter and I tend to get a wild hair up my ass over such things…
In September, I use up the last PTO day and my Birthday day off work because george is slated to arrive for my birthday because he hates me so.
In October, I get four more PTO days. I will use up to two PTO days in October, and up to two PTO days in November. I do not get any further PTO days until January. This means I will be fired by December for exceeding the PTO allowance, because remember, not only is it “three incidents of PTO in a rolling 90 day period”, but it’s also “unless the PTO is exhausted, at which case you’re still fired.”
If I am not fired for being tardy, I will certainly be fired before Christmas due to george.
Going back to the tardiness…my boss asked if I could start coming in a bit earlier to allow for a buffer. I told her that last week I left my home at 6:45am and got to work at 7:35am as a result. This week however, leaving work anywhere from 6:45am to 7am (my usual departure time) has NOT helped because this has been an exceptionally bad traffic week. She asked if I check traffic before leaving the house. I told her it hasn’t mattered if I do or not because I’m still stuck on that same stretch of road and accidents happen ON THE WAY TO WORK, so there’s no guaging that sort of thing!
I wanted to choke her at this point. But I realise she’s only asking these questions because she has to. She’s actually fought to keep me on this long.
So since she told me a secret (that she’s moving to a new department), I todl her a secret. I told her that due to the constant harrassment over my illness and now with the tardies, I’m a ball of anxiety and I’ll actually be very relieved when they let me go.
She gasped and asked if I’m looking for another job. I told her hell no – I need a friggin BREAK after this is over. I told her it’s a shame that management has to be so pigheaded. She frowned and nodded, and said she really thought she could change things, and that’s part of the reason why she’s moving to a new department, now.
My thought? Way to go on giving up on us, bosslady.
Only one more day to go, and then I have a three day weekend for Labor Day.
I can just picture them trying to tell me tomorrow that I HAVE to come in on Monday to work because they don’t have enough volunteers to staff the day.
If they do that, I’m walking off the job immediately. I’ve already briefed my man about this, so he’s prepared.
On a side note, you’ll be ecstatic to know that despite all of this job anxiety, I have NOT had a drop of alcohol in a week. As a matter of fact, if I have it correctly, it’s been TWO weeks since I’ve had any booze, unless I drank last Thursday, which is our usual “pissup nite”. I can’t recall that far back, however. My memory is always pretty bad (this is why I keep a journal dontchaknow).
However, I’ve noticed that I’ve started eating and drinking stuff with corn syrup in it again. So I have to stop that. And I’ve been trying to cut down on the muscle relaxers, too. Only had one this week. But tonight I’m sorry to say calls for another muscle relaxer. My back is really locked up.
My man rocks the house – it was too hot to cook food for dinner (we’ve had three days of heat wave this week), so he ordered Chinese delivery. Now I have leftovers – that means lunch is prepared for tomorrow. Yay!
I’ve also been catsitting all week for a friend – I think I mentioned this in an earlier post. This takes an hour away from my evenings, so that’s fueled my depression. The thing is, I like taking care of my friends’ pets. I enjoy going over there and I have made them my little purr puddles. It’s the fact that I’m always looking towards the rest of the evening and what still needs to be done for work the next morning. It’s this job. The job is in the way. I hate it. I hate that place. I can’t wait to be out.
And STILL, through ALL OF THIS, I’m STILL in the top ten job performers.
I kill me, I really do.