Heavy Clouds

It doesn’t rain. It pours.

Last night, I talked with one of my co-workers; she’s been having some issues at work lately. She’s been documenting them, in order to let corporate know what’s going on here.

It’s a lot. And it’s bad.

It appears that one of our managers pretty much called her crazy: Krys–my co-worker–has been dealing with medical issues as of late. The cause of them are unknown and she’s been seeing a lot of doctors to try and get a diagnosis so this can be treated. So far, she’s had no luck. However, the manager was demanding to know what was wrong. Of course, she didn’t have an answer, which caused her to become frustrated. She started crying, which is a normal human response. Well, it is to me. The manager’s response? “Don’t go getting all crazy here.”

Did I mention that Krys has dealt with mental health issues? Because she has.

It goes without saying that Krys was not happy with his reaction. I can’t say that I blame her. So this has been documented and will be passed on to corporate.

Krys has also been having some problems with one of the newer supervisors as well. When she was out in the parking lot, pushing carts, she came in after an hour. Chris, the supervisor, told her that she shouldn’t have come inside; she should have stayed out in the lot until someone relieved her in an hour and a half or two hours. This was on one of those days where the wind chills were in the single digits. Even though she had been wearing two pairs of gloves, she couldn’t feel her fingers.

The maximum amount of time we should be out in the lot? Forty five minutes, especially on a day like that. So Chris is relatively full of shit. That’s putting it mildly.

Now, I’ve had some dealings with Chris. They haven’t exactly gone well. To call him brusque is being generous. Quite frankly, the guy strikes me as an ass; it seems as though becoming a supervisor has gone to his head. He’s gotten an attitude and he’s gotten on my last nerve as well. Chris is more than a little full of himself and it shows. But it is nice to know that I’m not the only one having a problem with the guy.

Now I’m forced to wonder if the whole “certain co-workers don’t like me” thing isn’t actually a thing. As a general rule, if things start getting tense where I work, I end up acting as the punching bag. As of right now, morale has tanked and we’ve had a lot of people quit. We’re short-staffed and people are stressed. Maybe it isn’t that people don’t like me, maybe people just see me as an easy target. It’s a thought. And it wouldn’t be the first time.

I’ve got fifty pages left in Squirrel Girl. I’m a little surprised that it’s taking me this long to finish it. Of course, putting a limit on how many chapters I read might have something to do with it. When I hand that one over to Prime, I’ll pick up Raptor Red, which won’t take as long. After that, I haven’t decided.

It appears that my co-worker, the one who doesn’t like me, isn’t here. Today might be okay.

Wiesia’s dislike of me is obvious. Another co-worker asked if she was leaving me alone or still treating me badly. As of right now, Wiesia is ignoring me, more or less. I prefer that over her prior behavior. And it’s bad when a relatively dense co-worker can pick up on someone else’s dislike of me. At that point, it is very obvious.

I can get along with guys just fine. It’s certain women that give me trouble.

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About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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