Well, if I thought dress code was going to be a hangup, it should have been the least of my worries…
Apparently my former manager is a touch on the, well, touchy side. Just about everything I’ve done in the past few days was seen as “challenging” her authority according to her. Hell, when we had a miscommunication regarding my start time, which was never conveyed to me(who the fuck hires someone and doesn’t tell them their start time?), she blamed it on the temp service.
When I looked at her like she was an alien when she asked me to stay an hour later than I had been, it was seen as “balking” at staying late, even though at the time I explained to her that I’d stay as long as need be and later on I explained to her that the look I gave her was confusion, not balking.
When I stayed 45 minutes later than my lunchtime was supposed to be because there was nobody to man the phones in my absence, she popped a cork. I “took one for the team”, in the name of phone coverage, and I got reamed for it.
When I showed up at 8:15, what I thought was 15 minutes late but which was actually 15 minutes early due to the confusion of start time, I called almost 30 minutes early and explained that I had to pick up some medication and would try not to be too late-she actually insinuated that there was a pattern of lateness? Look, once in a million years, and once in a first week of harried schedule changes and such does not equal a fucking pattern. And, I was 15 minutes EARLY, not 15 minutes LATE.
When I left at 4PM for the first week as she told me to do on the first day with no duration on this arrangement, we apparently had another miscue. You meant for one day I should go home a bit early as I’d be the only one on the phones and I didn’t know the program yet. But you didn’t tell me that, you waited until I’d done it 3 times before you fucking told me. Then you halfway accused me of being the one with the communication problem.
Since Friday, you bitch, you’ve done nothing but sit in your fucking little office, brooding and listening to music. WTF? I’m out working and you decide to pout in your office?
THen, you don’t tell me Friday, you don’t tell me this morning, you wait until 3PM to tell me not to come in tomorrow? WTF is that? THen instead of telling the truth-that you’re a crappy manager and communicator-you say that it’s me and that “maybe you just don’t have enough phone experience yet”. Look CUNT, I’ve been on the phones doing support for most of a FUCKING DECADE. And this, from someone who said in our parting conversation that she can’t be on the phones because she has an attitude problem.
Oh, and then you ask me to stay until 4? I don’t fucking think so you boring, self-important, impatient crank. After being such an insulting bitch, you’re lucky I didn’t unload on you. Really, I was too shocked and WAY to o professional for that.
You syphylitic whore. You stupid, boneheaded, slacker fucking dipstick. You Irish folk music listening piece of refuse. Get your ass on the phone and DO something. Whatever, but don’t you DARE blame me and the temp service on YOUR shortcomings.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do now. I have no job. I’m unem-fucking-ployed. I’ve got nowhere to go. I’ve got bills and I invested almost $400 in a new wardrobe so I could be all I can be. Fuck you.
Sam
P.S.- THanks for the ties LifeOnWry. I’ll send them back if you want. THe card was very sweet, too.