I didn't need to hear what my supervisor said at the end of work yesterday. In fact, it's fair to say he blindsided me. First time at this job; guess that means the honeymoon is over.
We're finishing up. I'm noticing these days that we finish up our work before my eight hours, and so I need to find something to do. There is a task that the other full-timers are doing, but I haven't been trained on that, and I still haven't. (If not getting trained on this task continues and/or worsens into a big problem, I'll blog about it here later.)
Instead, there is a training module I need to get through, so I figure that I can while away the minutes doing that. I put my headphones on to listen to the module when I hear my supervisor calling out my name. He's telling me I can leave early. He's said that on several occasions since I started work, but since I'm working hourly, leaving early means that I don't get paid, so fuck that, I'm doing training. And this motherfucker thinks I don't get it, so he says, "Man, we're trying to tell you that I don't want you here!"
Excuse me, asshole?!
See, this is where the angry part of me (or, in other words, I) would lash out at him. But I knew he was joking. Or is he? Man, I can't tell. Anyway, that fucking rubs me the wrong way. I don't give a shit if he says it in jest; I don't want to be told I'm not wanted. And I sure as hell won't leave early and give up money I need for hours I was promised I would work.
I told him I was doing training, so he left me alone and I got to stay until I was supposed to leave. But man, just ... goddamn, I hate that he said that. It really fuckin' bothers me. And now I wonder if there is more passive-aggressive bullshit that will emanate from his mouth in the weeks to come.
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