Here’s the situation.
About a month ago, I was given notice that I had to attend a work training session in another city. It wasn’t unexpected; all new recruits have to go for orientation, respect training, etc. I looked forward to going. However, because it is another city, and I’ve only had my driver’s license for five months or so, I wasn’t comfortable with driving myself on the freeway into a strange new city. Downtown, at that. I’m still getting the hang of my own neighbourhood!
Anyway, there were two meetings scheduled. One was inconvenient for me, but possible, if I caught a ride with some workers from another store. The one a week after was better for me, but only one person was going that I could catch a ride with. However, he is a co-worker of mine, and I knew and (thought I) trusted him. I asked him if it would be a problem, since he had to go, and he said “Sure, no problem.”
So, the weeks went by, and we even joked about me having to spend three hours with him in a vehicle, listening to his music, and the like. Just being silly. We always got along really well, worked well together, etc. He seemed like good people.
The meeting was this Wednesday. On Monday, I had the day off. I bought a new outfit for the meeting (have to look professional), an overnight bag (the company was putting us up in a hotel), made plans, spent money, etc. We were to leave work early on Tuesday and head off so we could get there at a reasonable hour. I said my goodbyes to my husband and family, made arrangements for the vehicles, etc. I went in to work extra early, to ensure I got my eight hours in.
When I got in, the assistant manager was relieved, because my co-worker - my ride - had called in sick, and he [ass. manager] was all alone at the store. My heart sank. He hadn’t called in sick, by the way, he emailed in sick. We tried for hours to get him on the phone, no luck. Eventually, the ass. manager emailed him to find out if he was going to the big training meeting. He emailed back that he wasn’t going.
He wasn’t sick. I guarantee that. He told several co-workers on Monday that he was toying with the idea of not going at all, to see how far he could “push the envelope” and get away with it. Why? I don’t know. One of my co-workers, who has actually become a damn good friend of mine, spoke up and told him that he had to realise that he wasn’t the only person who would be affected by this. His answer? “I don’t care.” When my friend told him “It’s not all about you,” he responded, smiling, “yes it is.” My friend didn’t believe him - thought he was just pulling his leg, joking around. I mean, he couldn’t be serious, right? That’s the way he joked around a lot, too. So no more was thought of it.
So, Tuesday, calls were made, and thankfully, because I’ve got some friends in high places in the company, we managed to get things shifted around. It was a giant hassle, and I am ever thankful to all of those who chipped in and helped me out. My husband works for the same company, and what had to happen was they gave him Wednesday off, got the manager from another store to come and cover for him, cancelled the hotel reservations (though the company can’t get the money back for that, they understood and helped us out), and ended up with my husband and I driving down to Portland at 3:00 AM, after I pulled a 12 hour shift because I was shafted into coming in early* and staying until someone came to pick me up, due to the previous car arrangements.
Not happy.
However, the training went well, I was happy with it, though I do wish I could have been more awake so I could have given them my fullest attention. Drove back home, both of us nodding off. It was dark when we got here.
So, okay, fine, I go back into work today. Co-worker/jerk is there in the morning. He says good morning to me, and I say good morning to him, but I say nothing more. I go about my work. He doesn’t offer an apology at any time. At one point, he comes up to me, smiling, and says, “I guess I’m not your favourite person at work right now, huh?” Not looking up from my project, I simply say, “I suppose that’s a small price to pay for not having to go to Portland.” He laughs and walks away.
Throughout the day, I continue to speak to him if it needs to be done, but otherwise, no more laughing and joking around like we used to. I’m just not feeling it anymore, you know? My assistant manager (the manager is on vacation) comes to have a word with me just before lunchtime, telling me that “[Co-worker] says you’re not speaking to him?” I almost lost it. However, I took a deep breath, and told him that I was indeed speaking to him, but I was keeping it professional. Ass. manager knows what happened, and he told me he was happy to hear that I was being professional about it. That was all he needed, and he understood that I wasn’t pleased with the guy right now.
Later on, in the afternoon, co-worker/jerk, never speaking directly to me, would speak loudly to another worker, “Stasia understands why I won’t go to the store meeting tonight!” (There was a smaller store meeting after work tonight, though it was cancelled later) and “Stasia’s my BEST PAL!” I said nothing. However, I walked over to the ass. manager and I told him that if the jerk’s behaviour keeps up, I will go over his head to someone at corporate HR. He must have said something to the jerk, because this behaviour stopped for the rest of the day.
My husband, who was affected by this whole ridiculous mess, is angry with him. He is going to have a word with him in person. I’m worried that it’s going to come to blows because this guy really does not care. Me? I’m not pleased, but I don’t hate the guy. I just have zero respect for him. I don’t think he realises how many people his foolishness affected. And if he did, well, I’m afraid he just won’t care.
He could have told me from the start he didn’t really want to go. He could have called me Tuesday morning. Or Monday night. Just give me a heads up, right? No, he never told me at all. I was told second-hand that he wasn’t going. And he never offered an apology of any kind.
Sigh. So what do you think, Dopers? Am I overreacting? Should I stay the course? Should I whale on his ass (figuratively)? Just get over it and go back to normal? What would you do?
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- I’ll grant that I could have come in at my normal time, gotten fewer hours, and even didn’t have to work for the last few hours. But what was I going to do? I was at work, stuck there waiting for my husband to finish his shift, I might as well work - they were short handed, anyway, I’d feel like an ass to just leave them there while I sat on my ass in my uniform. But still. Grant me a little angry license, here!
- I’ll grant that I could have come in at my normal time, gotten fewer hours, and even didn’t have to work for the last few hours. But what was I going to do? I was at work, stuck there waiting for my husband to finish his shift, I might as well work - they were short handed, anyway, I’d feel like an ass to just leave them there while I sat on my ass in my uniform. But still. Grant me a little angry license, here!