Normally, I would have posted a Weekly Reader, but I decided to hold off for this week. I’m rather glad that I did. Because something came up at work. Or rather, someone came up at work.

While at the front door today, I mentioned to one of my coworkers that the schedule has been an absolute disaster; I told her that we had no coverage after 17:00 because no one else showed up for our department. That’s when she told me that we weren’t scheduled short. No, somebody called in yesterday. That somebody? Pam.

She’s the one who threw a massive tantrum about me not having to do lot duty. Yeah, the one who waited until Dennis was just cold in the ground before racing to management and bawling her eyes out that things “weren’t fair”. That Pam. The woman I can not freaking stand. She called in yesterday, as well as today. Because of something that happened on Monday night.

Apparently, Pam was at the door and was supposed to do the 20:00 procedure. She tried to beg off, asking Amanda in Majors to do it instead. Amanda refused, as she was the only one in Majors and if she left, there would be no one to cover that area. Pam wouldn’t take that as an answer, so Amanda got on her radio and said, “Pam won’t do the eight o’clock. I need management to the door.”

Management came. Pam immediately burst into tears. She tried to drag the cart sanitizer–Dalton–into the fray, claiming that he had heard and seen everything and could back up her version of events. Dalton said nothing and walked away. When Amanda was asked if Dalton had heard and seen everything, she replied, “I can’t speak for Dalton. I can only tell you what I know.”

Pam had to do the walk. She was off on Tuesday but on Wednesday, she didn’t come to work. She did the same thing today.

I’d be really surprised if I saw her tomorrow or Saturday. She’s got more than enough sick time to cover this week. She could probably cover all of next week as well. She’s a full timer, so she earns those hours faster than I do and she doesn’t often use them. But she decided she wants to ‘punish’ management or something.

The stupid thing? If I had been working on Monday, I would have done that damned walk. It wouldn’t have bothered me. But since she had to throw a fit like a toddler, I’m actually glad that I wasn’t there.

She did this to herself. Nobody likes the woman, because she wants things run her way and her way alone. She only wants to come in and work mornings, then go home. She doesn’t want lot duty, she isn’t fond of mid-shifts, and she hates working in the evening. She was getting her way a couple of months ago, but now that’s changed and she doesn’t like it.

Me, I couldn’t care less. This is all on her.

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--official and non--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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