Saturday, August 22, 2009

200th Post

Well, I have way more than 200 posts if you were to add in livejournal and the other one I was at which I can't remember the name of.  This is my third blog home and my current favorite.  So, while this is my 200th entry for this journal, I have been blogging for considerably longer than that.

I just got a call from work asking if I knew a manager's phone number.  No, I don't.  She doesn't have a cell phone or if she does, it is a pay-as-you go phone and keeps it off unless she needs it.  Then I find out she found her husband dead this morning around 11:00.  I still don't know her number.  I am stunned.  And when I asked if I was needed to come in, "There are enough people and coming in will not prove your point."

I didn't realize I was "trying to prove a point."  I was the one sent home.  I did not walk out or ask to leave.  I asked to return to my job repeatedly and was denied until I was "dismissed."  Then, I was told to clock out and go home.  

Regardless, I tried to say that this goes beyond any argument that is going on, but was cut off and was told that she would let J know to call me if I'm needed.  You know what?  Fine.  I realize that this manager I was talking to is also supposed to be a friend of mine.  We've known each other for a few years now.  But she is there.  She is on the clock.  She is using the company phone.  And others are probably listening in.  Who knows.  Either way, I am less than impressed.

I went out last night and went to DQ.  There were some customers there that were regulars at McDonald's.  They recognized me and said "You are at the wrong place."  Laughing, I said "Shhh!  I'm undercover!"  I'm sure that would get twisted around if word got back that I was at DQ having a Thin Mint Blizzard with my husband.  

Keep in mind, this is the same place that when a young lady's child got sick and she had to stay home with her daughter, she was told by the manager "You need to figure out your priorities."  Uh, let's see.  Husband makes three times what I do.  I am making minimum wage.  Child is sick.  Child can't go to preschool (day care, whatever.)  The child is the priority.  She turned in her uniform that night.

Another girl who is a high school student (school is back in session) has requested that she not work school nights since she wants to focus on her studies.  She will work week-ends instead.  She was rudely criticized for that.  I stepped in and told her she was doing it right.  That she has her priorities in order.  She is standing there in front of a bunch of managers who are criticizing her because she wants to go to college and have a career and knows that it starts in high school.  Talk about a messed up place.  She actually thought that she had things wrong wanting to not work on school nights until I spoke up in her defense.

I need to work on packing, dinner, housework, etc.  Welcome to my 200th post.  Such as it is. 

1 comment:

Lisa A. Goff, writer, stained glass, homeschooler said...

Welcome to the working world. I have had the same comment made to me about my priorities being in the wrong place when my daughter was ill (as a child), and it wasn't McDonald's.

My son-in-law is facing the "priorities" issues right now. He was told by his boss that his family is too important to him. He is on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week, besides the long hours he puts in daily. But, he is on probation because his family is first. (He's looking for another job.)

There is something totally out-of-whack in the working world. That's why I am struggling to keep it all going by working at home.