Jim took today off to help Carl and Tim out with whatever they needed. They all went out to breakfast and lunch as well as some sightseeing.
Meanwhile for me it was another miserable day at work. On 3rd Thursday’s of the month it’s inventory time. 95% of my inventory is in that lube pit. It’s greasy. It’s grimy and in most of it, I can’t stand up all the way. Since I was off Thursday and worked by myself Wednesday, inventory never got done. Corporate wanted it done Wednesday or Thursday. I did some on Tuesday. I warned my boss about it. On Thursday while helping Carl & Tim, he texted me several times asking about inventory and eventually telling me it must get done tomorrow. That brings us to today. Boss man Mike was there today. Mostly to get in the way. He decided to tell me about all the things my place does wrong. Things he observed yesterday. I decided to let him have it. I told him I’m thinking I’d like to step down. We got interrupted. The conversation never got finished.
Some time later in the day while I was doing more inventory, my boss’s boss comes in. It was a surprise. I had never met the guy. I threw some attitude. I over heard his name. I recognized that he was up the ladder. I didn’t care.
As the day progressed, I found a paper face down on the counter behind me. I flipped it over and saw that it was a write-up form. I hoped it was for me. I think I wanted the nudge to quit or step down or tell them to shove it. I’m not sure. Eventually toward the end of the day, Mr. Big Boss left. My boss Mike confided he had gotten written up. Apparently in my absence, such poor sales. Ya know, I feel for the guy. I hate some of what he’s about. Afterall, he’s the one who threatened my pay (along with other managers) for each “infraction”. I had a ha-ha moment in my head. What came out of my mouth was a “geez, I’m sorry about that.” Why’d he get written up? Well, during my day off, his sales at my store were so shamefully low. He’s a district manager – does it really need to be that high? He’s also been with the company for only a couple of weeks. Sheesh. I guess he’s got his own problems. Unfortunately it’s not about him. It’s about me. Me. Me. Me.
With the day already sucking, it ended with me leaving work 45 minutes late. Ugh.