today's post is going to be in the "whine" category. yesterday was a bad day and a good day all rolled into one. bad day=work, good day=birthday party for a really good friend, with *excellent* food.
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let's start with the bad day. its so bad, that i might actually not have a job tomorrow. it will be interesting to see how the rest of today plays out. i'll tell you my side of the story, then i will tell you my bosses side of the story.
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it was 4:30, the time i take the mail everyday. so i grabbed the mail, and my keys and purse because i needed to put something in my car. (i usually walk to the corner, which my boss has told me she doesn't like, but i do it anyways - because i enjoy walking and getting a leeelte sun on my face - plus the mailman comes after 4:30). when i got to my car i realized that it was freeeking hot outside and i was already sitting in my dar, so i drove to the corner, dropped the mail, turned around and parked. i only have 2 pages left until the end of chapter 11 in "Speaker for the Dead", the book i am reading right now (i highly recommend it-Gabe don't listen to a word i said about it before, it's excellent), so I figured i would take a leeetle break and read for a few minutes. i looked at the clock because i didnt want to take too long. it was 4:32. so i finished the pages, and it was only 4:40, not too long. so i got out of my car and walked into my office building. my boss was standing right inside the door waiting for me, she said she was watching the mailbox to see when the mailman would pick it up. i went to my desk, and worked, and then worked for an hour overtime. this morning i came into the office and there was a letter telling me her views of yesterday's activities.
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[this is her letter, the parantheses are my comments] i have requested that you take the mail to the post office each day. you have argued the issue several times that it is uneccessary because the mailman picks up the mail between 4:30 and 5:00 pm. (he does, i talk to him all the time, and he sometimes waits for me) you expressed you like walking to the mailbox for the exercise (i really do, and whenever i have to go upstair i ALWAYS take the stairs). on june 5, 2006 you announced that you were going to the post office (wrong, i said i was "taking the mail"). you left with your keys and drove to the mailbox on the corner, deposited the mail, did a u-turn and pulled into the south parking lot and waiting for 12 minutes before entering the building. i watched the mailbox until 5pm and it was not emptied. so all the mail deposited in the box sat until tuesday and will have a tuesday date stamped on it. i placed mail in it during the weekend that i expected to be out today and date stamped as such (what does that have to do with anything? *i* dont work on sundays, that's not my fault) please advise me in writing why you drove to the corner mailbox and then sat in your car for 12 minutes.
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okay, it does look kinda bad, but it wasn't. it's not like i was trying to make her think i was going to the post office, but wasnt. but why in the crap was she WATCHING me in the first place??? my letter back to her was twice as long, so i wont write it all again, but here are my two main points to her:
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"I cannot interpret what is worng with sitting my car (although it wasn't for 12 minutes, when i parked it was 4:32 and when i got out it was 4:40) You have told me on many occasions that i have two 15 minute "breaks", which i never take. i do not see anything improper with this behavior. what is the damage with taking a break when it is needed?" ...and...
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"I do not appreciated the distrust, doubt and suspicion. how can i work for an employer who supposes that i am a liar. it hurst my character to the core."
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seriously, people get their mail, what's the big deal? i dont care whether i go to the corner or to the post office. what i do care about it the fact that my boss was WATCHING me take the mail because she did not trust me when i said that it was getting picked up. i wasn't lying. i see the mailman there ALL the time. and i can tell when the mail hasn't been picked up, because the boxes are full, and it sometimes is hard to get more into them.
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i really don't think i can continue to work for her is there is no trust.
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on an up note after i worked an hour overtime, i went to a birthday party for a friend at Benihana's (how in the world do you spell that??). excllent food. good company. perfect end to a CRAPPY day (i still say that all good days should end in ice cream, yerstday it ended with ice cream cake from Coldstone).
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well, my boss is in court this morning, i left my letter on her chair, i wonder what her response will be. i talked to my hubby for like 5 seconds this morning, but he did give me the okay to quit if i need to.
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