Okay, things are getting pants-on-head idiotic at work and I am not fucking here for it. Holy shit.
So, I literally have no idea whether or not I am supposed to even go near the fucking doors; I’ve been told yes by some and no by one of my co-workers so I quite literally have zero ideas as to which it might be.
Whatever. The way things are now, I want nothing to do with the doors and the goddamn politics that surrounds the department. I’m just fucking done with it.
Jed has apparently been throwing his weight around and has been telling others how he wants things run. If he doesn’t get his way, he pouts and won’t talk. Kim has thrown conniptions over being put on the exit door; she only wants the entrance and gets royally pissed off if she has to check receipts. Gigi is absolutely exhausted by what’s going on; I don’t know about Kathy or Jennie. Mary’s been on vacation for the past week so none of this affects her. She’s damn lucky.
Me? I’m just exhausted. As well as fed up with everything.
Prime put it best a couple of years ago: Costco doesn’t deserve me at my best. They were trying to screw me out of the Member Service position then and are trying to redouble their efforts now, even though I’m one of the few people who step the fuck up and do my job. I’m the one who comes in early and leaves late. I’m the one who covers for others when they call in sick. I’m the one who doesn’t complain about working later shifts or having my schedule revised. I have done everything to be a decent, dependable worker but I really don’t have much to show for it.
So, I’m done. If I come in early, I might not necessarily sit in the break room; I might head to the “mother’s room” and sit in there. I’m not going to make myself as available as I have in the past. I don’t know if I’ll be as willing to take on extra tasks, either. My time is mine and not Costco’s. I deserve better than being jerked around.
At least I have BotCon. If I can make it until then, I’ll be fine.