Labor Day weekend has thankfully begun
Lord, I'm whipped tonight. Beat to all get out. My body is aching from the week, with 40.25 hours on the clock according to the kiosk at work. And I'm so tired of that place. So ready to be over it and just have the shop providing income. I wish so much that I could just quit, but there's bills to pay and no way to pay them if I am not working right now. It leaves me wanting to cry.
I did have a bit of a chat with the GPM (department head) today before work and a bit during. He's going to see what can be done about getting me off the job I've done for 15 months now a bit sooner than "whenever we get someone in here we can train for it and stick on it." Thanks to the harassment and discrimination I told him all about, he's of the mind that we have to get someone into the department ASAP and get me off that spot to anywhere else in the department that I can physically handle. I think my saying that I was > < <-- that close to filing a complaint with HR over every single little infraction that went on from here on out, to where our 2nd shift HR guy could wallpaper his office with the complaints, got him to realize I'm not joking around here. If this crap keeps up, HR fella will be busier than a one-armed paper hanger right quick. I already lost my collective s**t once this week, I don't care I will do it again next week and the week after that and ... until such time as I'm either off that spot or certain people learn I am not joking with them when I say knock it off and leave me alone, because I have no control over how well the equipment works, how fast it gets fixed, or how good the doggone birds are.
What I do have control over is how much product I get into the shop each day (not much on a workday), to build the business. It's still awful time consuming. I really want to just hurry up and have it all done, but it doesn't work that way. *sigh* For now, have some pictures to make you happy. I'm catching up the backlog, so by the end of the weekend, I may have it pretty well caught up.
I'm working on a romcom in my head involving a widower, a widow, and the widower's cute as heck eight-year-old son. So far I've got the prologue done and chapter 1 started.
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