Random Access Monday
Aug. 20th, 2007 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waitingmanYeow!
Now I remember why I hate Mondays. Okay... I hated this particular one because it's meant to be my Sunday & I had to work ~ meaning a 6 day week, but I particularly didn't enjoy this one for... god, so many reasons I wonder if I'll list them all, or if I should.
Suffice to say that I was visited by the General Manager of the 3 store 'chain' I work for today & he had some barbed, some blunted & some pointed criticisms of what I consider to be 'my' store (if only they paid me enough to care... but apparently I still do!!). Which would be fine ~ I have no problem with constructive criticism & advice...
Right... like that's how this @%??//!! pitched his tone.
How I didn't call him all manner of highbrow diminutives & culminate with a fortnight's notice (except for the fact that, however miniscule, I still need the wage) I'll never know.
To be fair, some comments were warranted & accurate ~ most of which stemmed from my attempts to make Junior look & sound better than he actually is... & if the truth be told, he's a liability I could do without, but such is my nature for better or worse... But if it had all been delivered with even a soupcon more decorum than a recently-castrated bull in a glassware shop, I might be feeling a tad better about it, even now ~ 12 hours after the event.
Me? Hold a grudge??!!
What gets me is that, even after the managerial bomb went off & I attempted to present its damages & findings in a better light to Junior, he proceeded to spend the rest of the day in the same manner he's spent the last couple of months, i.e. ineffectively & with an inordinate amount of procrastination & blatant timewasting, happy in the knowledge that the threat had left the building &, as long as he wasn't fired, all was right with the world... so why worry? Which points the finger of blame squarely at me for not being a strict enough manager to "get the job done", so to speak. Or, in other words, to kick his arse so hard he should be wearing it for a hat until he at least gets the daily stuff done.
My other big problem from today is why I should care so much, when they pay me so little. For a job which I took as a temporary survival measure only... a)Why am I still there? b) Why do I give even the smallest @$%&@ about what they think??!!
The answers aren't hard to come by, with a modicum of common sense & principle ~ even if you don't know me that well.
Music stuff: My one day off was spent making pop music with most of the members of the fledgling outfit. Not much progress was made by my standards, but enough to suggest momentum, for which I'm pleased nonetheless. An evening session with ZenSiren followed which continued the trend. Maelefic's infiltration of my circle of players is now almost complete, the only guys he hasn't met & jammed with are my pretty-much-retired pop-band compatriots from the early 90s & even I haven't seen them for a while...
Otherwise, an interesting & pretty fulfilling weekend. Not bad for one day off...
Oh... & by the way. Foxtel just screened Sahara as its early-evening movie. Even though I own it on DVD, I still watched it, 'cause I think it's a great Big Dumb Fun movie. I still don't see why everyone complains about it, even Clive Cussler, the author of the novel.
Hell, it's nowhere near as bad as the hatchet-job done on Interview With A Vampire...
Now I remember why I hate Mondays. Okay... I hated this particular one because it's meant to be my Sunday & I had to work ~ meaning a 6 day week, but I particularly didn't enjoy this one for... god, so many reasons I wonder if I'll list them all, or if I should.
Suffice to say that I was visited by the General Manager of the 3 store 'chain' I work for today & he had some barbed, some blunted & some pointed criticisms of what I consider to be 'my' store (if only they paid me enough to care... but apparently I still do!!). Which would be fine ~ I have no problem with constructive criticism & advice...
Right... like that's how this @%??//!! pitched his tone.
How I didn't call him all manner of highbrow diminutives & culminate with a fortnight's notice (except for the fact that, however miniscule, I still need the wage) I'll never know.
To be fair, some comments were warranted & accurate ~ most of which stemmed from my attempts to make Junior look & sound better than he actually is... & if the truth be told, he's a liability I could do without, but such is my nature for better or worse... But if it had all been delivered with even a soupcon more decorum than a recently-castrated bull in a glassware shop, I might be feeling a tad better about it, even now ~ 12 hours after the event.
Me? Hold a grudge??!!
What gets me is that, even after the managerial bomb went off & I attempted to present its damages & findings in a better light to Junior, he proceeded to spend the rest of the day in the same manner he's spent the last couple of months, i.e. ineffectively & with an inordinate amount of procrastination & blatant timewasting, happy in the knowledge that the threat had left the building &, as long as he wasn't fired, all was right with the world... so why worry? Which points the finger of blame squarely at me for not being a strict enough manager to "get the job done", so to speak. Or, in other words, to kick his arse so hard he should be wearing it for a hat until he at least gets the daily stuff done.
My other big problem from today is why I should care so much, when they pay me so little. For a job which I took as a temporary survival measure only... a)Why am I still there? b) Why do I give even the smallest @$%&@ about what they think??!!
The answers aren't hard to come by, with a modicum of common sense & principle ~ even if you don't know me that well.
Music stuff: My one day off was spent making pop music with most of the members of the fledgling outfit. Not much progress was made by my standards, but enough to suggest momentum, for which I'm pleased nonetheless. An evening session with ZenSiren followed which continued the trend. Maelefic's infiltration of my circle of players is now almost complete, the only guys he hasn't met & jammed with are my pretty-much-retired pop-band compatriots from the early 90s & even I haven't seen them for a while...
Otherwise, an interesting & pretty fulfilling weekend. Not bad for one day off...
Oh... & by the way. Foxtel just screened Sahara as its early-evening movie. Even though I own it on DVD, I still watched it, 'cause I think it's a great Big Dumb Fun movie. I still don't see why everyone complains about it, even Clive Cussler, the author of the novel.
Hell, it's nowhere near as bad as the hatchet-job done on Interview With A Vampire...
