Wednesday May 07, 2008

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I'm ridiculously fucking miserable at the moment. Last night what little free time I have was squandered when my car wouldnt start when I left work. Called out the AA who said they'd be there within 70 minutes. I wasnt too worried because they said that last time, and it was actually closer to 25 minutes.

After 90 minutes I get a little impatient and my mobile starts ringing. "Very sorry, but we're quite busy at the moment. Someone will be with you in about 20 minutes"

40 more minutes pass and i get impatient and ring them back. Turns out theyre VERY VERY busy and that someone would be with me at around 9:05. Given that i originally rang at 6:05 that was a little bit annoying. By the time I'd got my car sorted (needed a new battery) I was 60 worse off and it was about 9:15. I decided that the night was a write-off so i went to Asda to get some packed lunch stuff for the next couple of weeks and wound up buying Series 3 of House cos it was cheap.

Chris is shit at his job

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I'm mostly miserable because I can't do my job. It's clear to me at the moment that I just don't have the necessary skills needed to do it properly. The problem is that I'm far far too nice and far far too trusting. I have a bad track record for giving someone a task to do and then letting them get on with it while I work through my ridiculous workload. Then it doesnt get done because they take the piss and I wind up getting all the blame.

I get in this morning and my manager Dave is watching the CCTV footage from yesterday. It's something he's been doing lately and while it annoyed me at first I'm starting to come down on his side. Basically throughout the day, the 2 staff I had did next to fuck all. Granted the store was dead (we only served 44 people all day) and it was in a good enough state that nothing really needed doing. Either way, you'd expect that the jobs you DO give would get done properly, since there's nothing else to do.

Long story short, the jobs i gave them werent done properly. I'm swamped with all my shit and I'm not a fucking babysitter. I can't be expected to check on them every couple of minutes to make sure theyre not dicking around, or doing nothing, or hugging and kissing (there's 2 lots of couples in store and its pissing me off) Basically they cant be trusted, and I'm getting the blame when they do fuck all.

We can't put them through a disciplinary because in the eyes of management - its my fault if their work rate is shite. Given that I'm already on a final warning because of the Christmas Kangaroo Court, any attempt to sort them at the moment would just get reflected onto me and result in me getting fired. That leaves my options as :



  • Find a new job
  • Sort out the wasters in work without the benefit of a proper disciplinary
  • Just put up with the constant grief and blame, risking getting fired
  • Take the demotion they offered me so its not my fucking problem anymore



At the moment I'm leaning quite sharply towards the quitting. It's clear that I'm shit at my job and its a lot less effort to find a new one than going through the effort of getting good at my job while the people i have working beneath me show me zero fucking respect and make every single shift a nightmare.



I'm lucky enough to have Friday, Saturday and Sunday off. One more shift and I can spend the following 3 days playing GTA4, watching House and orchestrating my escape from Gamestation.

Also I have new glasses. I've been wearing my contacts way too much because my glasses are horribly out of date and the prescription is really ineffective. I now have some sexy Quiksilver glasses that sit crooked and emphasise the fact that my ears arent level. Yay

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angel_ree:
New job dude. Get it done, you will feel like a new person smile
its_matt:
that is a good choice i still say mine has the better intro...

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