Delegating the Obvious

Today, there’s a large birthday party at my work… on a Sunday… when our department is closed. Something my Boss, who resembles Mr Magoo more and more each day, signed off on. We’re closed Sunday. Nobody friggin works. Our community center is only open for five hours, yet my boss said “sure” to a birthday party from 4-7. Do you know how much preparation goes into throwing one of these things? And something is going on with our team. Everyone is sick or injured or can’t come in because of x-y-z. One of them should have been fired for stealing and the other needs to be fired for calling off every week he has worked since he was hired three months ago. These are children that we’re dealing with, 19-20 year olds where this is one of their first jobs so they don’t take it seriously. As an adult, with an adult job, it’s fucking frustrating to deal with. I feel like I cared more than anyone else about this birthday on Sunday, even my boss. I showed up two and a half hours early because there was so much to do. My boss had “personal drama” that prohibited her from showing up before 2pm. She even came in yesterday to “get stuff done” but ended up staying in the cafe and yapping her jaw the whole time with the cafe attendant while I’m running back and forth getting children’s birthday parties executed. I know it’s my job to care more than the average employee because I’m paid well, but dammit so is she. She’s paid a fucking salary so complaints from her are completely moot. I did SO much this morning, things that would have had us far, far behind if I hadn’t cared enough to show up early. Do I get a “thank you”? No. 

“Thanks for stepping up Megan.” 

That’s all I fucking crave from my boss and I rarely get it even though I’m constantly stressed about my job. Will I be employee of the month for caring the most about a party that’s bringing money and reputation to our facility? Fuck no. Ugh, I hate being under-appreciated. Of course the kid who calls off all the time who said he would fucking be here calls off because suddenly his grandfather has died. His girlfriend works here and spilled the beans that he’s at a party and not a family gathering, like a drink and drugs kind of party. Like, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the drama and apathy. I know that I wasn’t a reliable person in December because I was losing my fucking mind but surely it wasn’t this bad. I was late as fuck most days, but at least I still showed up and cared. 

Tonight, for servers, because my boss agreed to everything being served by people instead of a self-serve buffet, we’re left with myself, my boss Ms Magoo, the injured/sick worker who clearly stopped giving a shit months ago, and the idiot kid who should have been fired for stealing/giving food away. And by giving food away, I mean calling other departments and asking if they want free food because he has access to it. I hate my team. Every single one of them. I’m so glad that it’s my Friday. I fucking hate being here right now and really just want to leave. Pick up my daughter like I do every Sunday, enjoy my fucking day off like I’m supposed to since I work Tuesday-Saturday. 

But no. I’m stuck here for the next six hours at least. How much you want to bet that I’ll be the one who does all the fucking dishes because my team fucking sucks? I’d bet everything I have. Magoo has informed me that the kid who calls off will be terminated but who the fuck knows when or even if it’ll happen? She’s too sympathetic to these asshole kids who don’t give a shit about us. 

Phew! Glad to get that out. I’ve been Type-A lately, flying off the handle easily, but I’m quick to cool down instead of letting the anger cripple my senses like in the Darkside from Star Wars. I’m still loving my new computer and with it, came the chance to buy the Midnight expansion of WoW so now we can have houses in the game. I’ve settled along the coast, with my own pier and everything. Anyway. How do I gently tell Mum that it really sucks that she drinks pretty much every night. I can understand after work but even on a day off. She just gets silly and not in a fun way. She tries to be funny and fails at it miserably then gets mad that I don’t understand it.