I was sitting at my desk this morning in the lobby. I knew that Tiffany's office door had been closed, and the branch manager had been M.I.A. for a while. Looking into the back office from my seat, I saw Kris turn the corner. Her eyes were bloodshot and red. The tip of her nose was cherry red. Why am I not surprised that this shit happens around here?
Later on I found out about what happened. At that moment in time, before I could even flinch, my phone rang and I was called back. Round two for management. I was demoted back to the teller line. I am also now required to work every Saturday. The only buffer that kept me from being upset was the fact that Kris lost a lot more than I did. She was a branch manager in the past, and for her to be sent to the teller line is like making a high school principal a janitor, AND making that janitor work on Sundays. THAT is what it's like for Kris. All I got was a minor slap to the face. It was more like a "love-tap" to them anyways.
I want to complain. I want to say I don't make what I'm worth. I want to say that I deserve everything I ask for because I don't ask for much. I want to say that I keep the morale in this office high. Everyone laughs when I'm around. In reality, I guess what I really want to say is that I quit.
I haven't worked up the nerve to tell them that in two weeks, my hours are being cut MAJORLY. I've found a part time job with amazing pay. I'll be working for one of the most incredible women I've ever met also. I get tingly all over just thinking about this new job. It's a real dream. When I do tell management here, I hope they're honestly going to just fire me.
Work is work. At this point, this banking mumbo-jumbo has nothing to do with my future career. I'm not worried about it to be honest. As long as my bills get paid, I'll be fine.
I wish I had something good and juicy to write down today. All I have is interoffice melodrama. Shame shame shame.
I have a photoshoot with Victoria this evening. Maybe if I take some extra spectacular pictures, I'll change my display picture and insert some in the next blog. Wish me luck.
Later on I found out about what happened. At that moment in time, before I could even flinch, my phone rang and I was called back. Round two for management. I was demoted back to the teller line. I am also now required to work every Saturday. The only buffer that kept me from being upset was the fact that Kris lost a lot more than I did. She was a branch manager in the past, and for her to be sent to the teller line is like making a high school principal a janitor, AND making that janitor work on Sundays. THAT is what it's like for Kris. All I got was a minor slap to the face. It was more like a "love-tap" to them anyways.
I want to complain. I want to say I don't make what I'm worth. I want to say that I deserve everything I ask for because I don't ask for much. I want to say that I keep the morale in this office high. Everyone laughs when I'm around. In reality, I guess what I really want to say is that I quit.
I haven't worked up the nerve to tell them that in two weeks, my hours are being cut MAJORLY. I've found a part time job with amazing pay. I'll be working for one of the most incredible women I've ever met also. I get tingly all over just thinking about this new job. It's a real dream. When I do tell management here, I hope they're honestly going to just fire me.
Work is work. At this point, this banking mumbo-jumbo has nothing to do with my future career. I'm not worried about it to be honest. As long as my bills get paid, I'll be fine.
I wish I had something good and juicy to write down today. All I have is interoffice melodrama. Shame shame shame.
I have a photoshoot with Victoria this evening. Maybe if I take some extra spectacular pictures, I'll change my display picture and insert some in the next blog. Wish me luck.
1 comments:
Oh Ryan, reading what you wrote about me made me cry!! I love you so much, and am so sorry you've had to put up with so much crap at the CU. I hope you're able to get out of there soon!
When I told Mom about what happened to you & I, her response was "Why did they rehire the two of you if they were just going to f*ck you?"
Please tell me this part time job you've got lined up is for who I'm thinking...:)
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