It's Quitting Time! - 12/3/17

I dread going to my job on Monday. I mean, I really, really dread going to my job on Monday.

I suppose I should look on the bright side and be thankful I have a job at all. That is what I keep telling myself. Let's see what my job was like during my first week, I have already written about my first day, now on to Tuesday:

Tuesday

My second day of work. Maybe today I will get a desk and computer and I can begin to do some real training and work. Nope. No computer or desk. Yet again I drop my personal belongings on my supervisor's cubicle floor and park myself in the guest chair (with wheels!). Then I wait for my supervisor to give me work, while she runs around like a chicken with her head cut off (Important People Doing Important Things!).

I input a few POs and RMAs into the ERP system while my supervisor twitches over my shoulder. My neck starts to hurt from the strain of not wanting to look at her from the corner of my eye as I use her precious computer. She says "wait I need to use my computer!" I wheel myself from the keyboard. She types like a mad fiend, dials the phone, swears at the poor soul on the other end, then tells me to continue inputting POs. I wheel myself back to her keyboard. On and on and on, for the rest of the morning and afternoon. In between, I sit in her cube and take notes, doodle and learn to write the alphabet backwards. At 3:00 pm I am popping an Excedrin migraine tablet. Fun times.


Wednesday

My third day of work. Rinse and repeat from Tuesday, except, there are less POs and RMAs to enter, so I spend more time in the guest chair doodling on my notepad, listening to the other CSRs talking about their upcoming weddings and getting their nails done by those nasty Koreans. I ask my supervisor when I will be getting a desk and computer (as I am sure she is as sick of me camping out in her cube as I am). She doesn't answer me. Shocking! [ NOT].

I input a few POs and RMAs into the ERP system while my supervisor twitches over my shoulder. She says "wait I need to use my computer!" I wheel myself from the keyboard. She types like a mad fiend. As I look over her shoulder, because I am bored, I notice an email comes in from the "boss" which states that the engineering intern who is using the cubicle that will eventually be my cubicle, will be moving down to engineering once the new furniture comes in - lead time 5-6 weeks. My supervisor reads the email, doesn't say a word to me, and says I can continue entering POs. I wheel my chair back to the keyboard. At 2:30 pm I am popping my second Excedrin migraine pill for the day. Fun times.

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Thursday

My fourth day of work. Rinse and repeat from the previous three days. Still no desk or computer. I am still camped out in my supervisor's cubicle using the wheelie guest chair. I am still plopping my belongings on the floor. I am still eating lunch in my car. The POs and RMAs have slowed down to a crawl. Nothing to do but listen to cackling hens in a darkened office, while I pretend I am taking notes, but in reality I am drawing tornadoes and checkerboards on my notepad. My co-workers voices are really starting to get to me, as is the constant complaining about every customer service call they get. Take a chill pill already people, the job isn't THAT stressful.

During my 15 minute break in the afternoon from doing nothing all day, I sit in the miniscule breakroom by the purchasing department (not the big breakroom self designted for the manufacturing employees) and eat some stale cookies. The big boss (the woman whose family owns the company) comes into the breakroom and asks me "how's it going."

I say "OK."

She replies "Just OK?"

I reply "Yes, I still don't have a desk or computer, but it is only my fourth day, so I can't expect much, I guess."

She then starts going off on how the "girls" in customer service are crazy, and they never read the terms and conditions on the POs and the company has been screwed by the CSRs not reading specific terms before shipping the product, etc. etc. She says "I don't know how anyone can work there, it is too crazy and loud up there." Then she walks away.

Awesome.

By 4:00 pm I was popping yet another Excedrin migraine pill. When I get back from my break, I enter my supervisor's cube to plop myself down in my wheelie chair. One of the CSRs and my supervisor are hunched over her desk whispering about something. They see me, stop their whispering and start some inane conversation about shopping. Yeah. I get it. They were talking about me. Big whoop. I am an old misanthrope who has heard everything. [Yawn]


Friday

My fifth day of work. Rinse and repeat from the previous four days. Still no desk or computer. I am still camped out in my supervisor's cubicle using the wheelie guest chair. I am still plopping my belongings on the floor. I am still eating lunch in my car. The POs and RMAs have ended. I am in a bad mood and I decide to take no crap from anyone today. My boss is bored so she decides to clean up the crap that is on her floor (the same crap I had to wheel around all week and maneuver my personal belongings around). She notices some envelopes that have been sitting on the floor have water stains on them. She asks me "Is this from YOUR water bottle which is sitting on the floor?"

I tell her "yes."

She mumbles "that's OK, I guess."

You bet it's OK sweetie. I could care less if my water bottle fell over and leaked onto your precious envelopes which littered the floor the entire week. You gave me no space to put my personal belongings in your office. The only place I could put my belongings including my water bottle was on the floor, because your damn desk is littered with envelopes and papers. I DON'T HAVE MY OWN DESK OR COMPUTER. I HAVE NOTHING BUT MY WHEELIE CHAIR! That was it, I had it.

In the afternoon I was told to train with another CSR, whose desk was in a darkened cubicle. I started to enter some POs on this CSR's computer. The CSR screamed at me "WHY ARE YOU PUTTING THE DOLLAR AMOUNT IN THE QUANTITY FIELD?!!"

OK honey. You yelled at the wrong person today. I snapped back at her "Because I am tired and I can't see anything in your dark cublicle!" She shut up. She couldn't believe this old fart (me) would yell back at her (Important People Doing Important Things). I then proceeded to state each step I took when entering a PO in a loud sarcastic voice:

Here I am entering the quantity.

Here I am typing the ship to address...

Here I am attaching the PO...

Fun times. BTW, this is the same CSR who told me on Monday (my first day of work), that some ***** parked their car on the lines in the parking lot, and she couldn't get in her massive SUV because the cars were parked too close together. She pointed out where her SUV was parked (from the window in her office we could see the parking lot). I pointed out that the car parked next to her was MY car and I was parked within the lines. Nothing like being welcomed the first day of your new job.

At 4:00 pm I had had enough. I asked my supervisor if I could leave early as there was absolutely nothing to do. She stated "sure." I said goodbye and walked out.

I walked out for the final time. It is quitting time for me. I have had enough of this non job. Making $15 an hour is not enough to deal with loud, obnoxious, and rude co-workers every day. It is not enough to deal with not having a desk or computer for the next 5-6 weeks. It is not enough to deal with driving in a winter (we get 10 feet of snow each year) to a job where there is NOTHING to do. It is not enough to deal with a company that is dysfunctional (of course all companies are dysfunctional, I know). I am not a moron. I have been working for 33 years, I don't need 5-6 weeks of sitting in my supervisor's cubicle with nothing to do but listen to the constant complaints and mindless drivel of my co-workers. I am not in high school anymore. I guess I am just not the RIGHT FIT.

I quit.

I'll phone in my resignation to HR on Monday morning, seeing as the only phone number I have is HR. I figure it will give my supervisor and the other CSRs something to talk about for an hour on Monday. You know what they will say, how the old lady (me) could not hack it in the oh so busy customer service world. Remember, only Important People are allowed to do Important Things.

I am not one of the IPDIT. I am just a lowly old misanthrope, who has a problem dealing with humans. Oh well.