Icky, Icky, Poo, Poo. That's the way my day has been.
First off, I have a very bad headache. No, I wouldn't rather be dead...that's a line from a Boyz II Men song. Remember then...yeah, I'm that old. My headache stems from my eyes, which are hurting due to pink eye. Pink eye, you say? Yes, pink eye. Some asshole at work's kids are disease carrying rodents, and I have ended up with pink eye. My eyes are icky and mucusy (gross right) and are a strain on my contacts. So, by the end of the day, I have earned one serious headache.
On top of that, my day started out as serious crap. The pre-madonna I work with was being a total wanker, despite the fact that she has no jurisdiction over my job or schedule anymore. Oh, wait...she never did. Let me explain...
Today was my first day in my new role....or it should have been. I offically started getting paid by the sales department today, and should have begun my transitioning into the new role. But, my manager does not want to release me yet, so that I can assist my replacement with the Disney job. However, he does not want me to assist her, but instead be there in case she has any questions. Isn't that what the phone is for?
So, I was supposed to be home today to receive a FedEx package outlining all my responsibilities over the next six weeks, in regards to training, transitioning, preparing etc. But my manager, who wants me there for questions, did not want me to wait until the FedEx driver to arrive with my package. Instead, he told me on Friday to be in at 9am (my usual time), since we were unsure when the package would arrive.
Shortly after I arrived this morning, however, my manager asked if I had received my package. When I told him no, he asked me why I came in. My response, "you told me to." He insists on Friday that he told me to wait until after the priority deliver hours, meaning come in after 10:30am. Rrrrrrr.....
So, here I am, unprepared for a sales call that I am going to have within about an hour of that interaction, all due to my manager's (wait, ex-manager's) lack of communication to me. Strike 1.
So, I ask him what he wants me to do. He gives me a task and I step into it straight away. To get out of the always crowded office I share(d) with another co-worker and the countdown room, I moved into the ever roomy Assistant Manager pre-madonna's room. Now, mind you, this lady's on a power trip. She's always bossing people around, and feels the need to talk down to people. So, I tell her I'm going to join her in the office, but that I will leave her be.
She then spends the next 20 minutes chastising me for my replacement and I getting over time last week (4 hours each, lad-dee-da....), when the manager was well aware LAST WEEK that we would each be getting overtime, and everyone is aware that we are in the busiest month for WDW and we've just hit the peak of it. However, she wondered why it took two of us the extra hours to get it done. I tried to defend myself...and did for a while, but finally kept my mouth shut. It wasn't worth it. But what was her solution: since I am now salaried, she has decided (not that it's her decision) that I will be staying the extra hours through the rest of the week so that the hourly person now assigned to that job will not end up in overtime. I told her I no longer work for them, and that I was there doing her a favor. She told me not to give her any of that "it's not my job crap." I restrained.... Strike 2.
Strike 3 came later in the afternoon when the same pre-madonna on her high horse reiterated to me that her expectation was for me to stay the extra hours that I was not getting paid for, so that my replacement would not incur overtime on the center's dime. So she expects me to do her team members job, and not my own, to save her payroll (oh, wait...it's not even hers). I finally had it and put her in her place. I told her that I was not willing to stay the extra hours, as I was here to answer questions, and questions only for my replacement. Once she left, I left. I was not staying. Pre-madonna immediately backed down and stuck her tail between her legs. Homerun!!!!!!!!
Now, I'm left with a headache and itchy eyes. I can't wear my contacts, and am straining through my glasses, which is not helping the headache. I am tired, cranky, and frustrated.
Sigh.....uh, oh...looks like someone has a case of the Mondays!
