*…I have been reporting everything that she has done for at least two months now.
For example on a busy friday night we would walk away with about forty dollars each, when normally under the same circumstances we would walk away with sixty each.*
She’s has sometimes reduced your tip earnings by 33%, and this crap has been going on for two months?! Sounds like your boss isn’t the only pushover there. Why do you continue to work at a place that allows this to happen?
Why don’t you leave and get a new job. Or at least tell the boss he can choose between smelly, lying, cheating beast girl and you as employees?
If she is too young to buy beer isn’t she too young to work at a casino?
Hey I like Chewie!
Tori:
I certainly don’t think you’re evil, and I’d have to fight doing the same thing.
But with everything you do back to her, you lose credibility. You tell your boss, “She rearranges the schedule without asking!”…well, you do too. You say, “She’s swearing at people!”…well, if you cuss her out, you would too. So now you have created a second (and third and fourth and fifth, with all your coworkers) problem for your boss. Granted, it sounds like you’re not going to get fired for it, but you have to watch what you do, in order to keep from being a hypocrite.
I am not sure what you are trying to say here. I have never changed the schedule without discussing it with the person who’s place I will be filling and my boss first. I have never cussed her out. In fact I rarely swear at all, and defenatly never at work As far as being mean to her the only thing that I have done is not talk to her and peel her stickers off of the counter (which my boss actually asked me to do. I just found sick pleasure in it.) The only reason that I am the one who always gets stuck tattling on her is becuase none of the other coworkers have the guts to do it.
I don’t want to get a new job, becuase I have been there for four years and have a lot of seniority. I can take time off whenever I want, and I get whichever shifts I want. Plus I get along great with my boss and most of my coworkers. She has only been there six months. I won’t loose a job that I otherwise love because of her.
I believe that you only have to be eighteen to work in a casino. At least that is what the ads say. She is eighteen.
I have no problem with her calling me Chewbacca (my name is Becca so it kind of makes sense.) It’s the way she says it that bugs me. Like she holds some sort of power over me becuase she can call me that.
Try telling your boss she’s creating a “hostile work environment”.
Get your coworkers to back you up. Stealing tips and rearranging the schedule to fit her needs?
Sheesh.
It sounds like your motive is dishonorable, but your actions sound just.
Taking you at your word, it sounds like you have been patient and kind, and have been pushed to the limit. Is that correct? It may prove fruitful to re-evaluate yourself because sometimes we can be really mean without really knowing it. I’m not suggesting that you have, but the meditation will be healthy regardless.
Don’t be mean, or conspire to hurt people. I imagine that sometimes one must take action of the less than honorable sort (sometimes the straightest path is through the mud), but always behave in an impeccable fashion if you think the circumstance may ever arise.
Purchase, read, and meditate on Baltasar Gracian’s The Art of Worldly Wisdom: A Pocket Oracle. http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0385421311/qid=1038977642/sr=1-3/ref=sr_1_3/103-5717359-6485436?v=glance&s=books
Be extra nice to the new girl.
Here’s a story to help put it in perspective: I used to pick up stiffs for a funeral home. One time my roomate and I were smoking a little something (if you know what I mean) and the pager rang. I was in a pretty good mood as I went to the old folks home to get this guy. In the room, as the staff and I were getting him prepared and on to the cot, one of the guys stopped and apologized for being so disrespectful to the deceased. I had no clue–I was in such a good mood that I was humming little tunes to myself, but it turns out that they were making some mean comments to the dead guy. The staff member explained to me that, “Mr. Such-and-so really wasn’t the nicest person in the world.” That was a powerful moment. I suppose that Mr. Such-and-so was dead anyway, so what did he care what people were saying about him? But what really stuck with me is that I don’t want to be a Mr. Such-and-so, where people are actually pleased to stuff me in a body bag. It sounds like your co-worker is going to be a Mr. Such-and-so someday, and it is so sad that she can’t seem to change that course.
Best of luck.