I wore nothing but my cargo pants and a t-shirt to work today, and stuffed absolutely everything into my pockets, including my pocketknife and EXACTLY $2.10 for lunch. It was chilly so I had to jog a bit to keep warm.
Had fire drill first thing in the morning. Little sea of people in bright orange safety vests.
<kyrasantae> work kind of sucks
<*******> then don't work :D
<*******> (I don't)
<kyrasantae> haha
<kyrasantae> the stuff i do doesn't suck
<kyrasantae> our 'team leader' sucks
<kyrasantae> she's not acting in a very... team-like manner
<*******> oh.. that's like the only thing she's supposed to do and she screws it? :D
<kyrasantae> haha yeah
<kyrasantae> she's totally treating us like children
<*******> she has somekind of mother-syndrome
<kyrasantae> haha i think she has control issues >_>
<*******> well, that's usually the case :)
<kyrasantae> me and my coworker build a table, and we're about to take it out into the store
<kyrasantae> and she stops us
<kyrasantae> saying, "i want to take a look at everything that's been built before it goes out, to make sure everything is right because if there's something wrong i want to catch it now so that i don't have to fix it once it's already out there"
<kyrasantae> (my thought is, if there's something wrong, come back and tell us about it and the person responsible for building that piece can and probably will be willing to go fix it him/herself. SHE doesn't have to do it.)
<kyrasantae> or just before she started doing that
<kyrasantae> she comes back in after checking on the stuff that we moved out
<kyrasantae> and she's like "there's a bunch of drawers and doors and stuff that aren't quite on properly. YOU REALLY NEED to check everything to make sure it works before you take it out"
<*******> ... :)
<kyrasantae> and she and i were building something together and when she accidentally uses a wrong screw somewhere and we only find out when we're not able to take it back out again, she tells ME to go get a replacement because I'm the one who needs that piece, but SHE's the one who made the mistake
<kyrasantae> LIKE ARGH
<*******> :/
<kyrasantae> I just said, "hey, who used one of the small ones instead of the large ones?" her: "oh... so that's what it was. I was wondering why that screw went in so easily." Me: "well, can we get it back out?" Her: "No, it's holding the whole thing together. go get one from the storeroom"
<kyrasantae> don't you think a responsible person would offer to go pick up the replacement?
<*******> those kind of people... for a start they should learn to admit that they can be wrong sometimes...
<*******> I think she should have at least asked you to get the piece
<*******> and not tell you to
<kyrasantae> well i went to get it, just to get out of her face for a few minutes
<*******> :D
<kyrasantae> and yesterday she accidentally threw out one small package of screws
<kyrasantae> and i had to go get that too
<*******> ... :D
<kyrasantae> replacements, i mean
<kyrasantae> it's just that if you make a mistake, you do something about it
<kyrasantae> you don't ask OTHER PEOPLE to do something about it
<*******> yeah .. :)
<kyrasantae> <_<
<kyrasantae> or make it sound like we're stupid for making mistakes
<kyrasantae> she comes up to me with pieces for a hinge and puts them together. i say, "yeah i know how those go" her: "I'm not showing you how to put them together. i'm showing you that you can adjust the hinge like this, and you should do it so that the cabinets look good before you take them out to the store"
<kyrasantae> (haha i had already figured that out YESTERDAY, ON MY OWN, THANKS)
<kyrasantae> sometimes she'll ask me for the screwdriver and i pick it up and hand it to her, but she's like "put that down here"
<kyrasantae> in english, when you say "hand me..." you're asking someone to put something in your hand
<kyrasantae> >_>
<kyrasantae> or i try to help by placing pieces next to where they're supposed to go or i help to hold something in place while she nails it in, and she'll always be like "i've got it" and brush me off
<kyrasantae> >_>
<kyrasantae> or i set up some pieces to work on for myself, and while i'm getting the screws for it, she takes the pieces from my bench and works on them so i have to set up something else to do - and so I can never get ahead of her pace, because she's stronger and puts screws in a lot faster.
<kyrasantae> *sigh*
I figured out why my gut feeling refuses to allow me to use the power drills we have at work. It's because they're gun-shaped. I am strongly - also intuitively - abhorrent of all explosive or mechanical weapons, and even the likeness of those things will trigger imaginary flashing red lights. If there were those straight-shaped drills, I'd be more comfortable using one.
On taking coffee break:
Yesterday we're sitting around waiting for things to build.
Her: You guys can might as well take your break.
Me: I'm going to do it right now.
*pause*
Her: YOU CAN GO TAKE YOUR BREAK.
Me: I know, I'm doing it here.
Her: You can go get a drink or something.
Me: ...
Today I took no breaks. I'd rather work than sit around nowhere and drink water. I don't like to go outside because of that alarmed emergency exit-door we have to use. If I could, I'd rather bank my two breaks and take a 1 hour lunch instead of 30 minutes, but I'm not really sure if that's going to fly with HER.
"Inspect all of your pieces for damage, and if you find anything damaged, YOU HAVE TO LET ME KNOW. Don't wait to find out right when you're almost done building, like we've done here, and now we're probably going to have to build another one."
(If that's the case, SHE had better build that replacement herself. I'm not having anything to do with it.)
When we go for lunch, she hangs back, so that when we return, she lectures us about tools already gone missing (we're not the only people who use those toolboxes, anyway), and WE NEED TO KEEP TRACK OF WHERE THE TOOLS ARE. I suggested that we were under the impression that we'd be assigned a single toolbox to use every day, and she was like "okay, let's do that. I've set out a toolbox on each of the benches. Claim one and you're now going to use that one every day."
Anthony seems to agree with me that she has some ... power issues. After all, she's a TEAM LEADER, NOT A MANAGER. Anthony is the guy I worked with for most of yesterday and today, and the other guy who had tucked his jacket under his bench yesterday. We take out the garbage together and build together and today we even managed to have lunch by ourselves without HER showing up and joining us at the table (because she was busy looking for tools in order to lecture us about them). It's always good to know that we're not alone in our annoyance, because he was worried about that too. When Anthony and I work together, we feel comfortable goofing around a little bit and telling jokes (and complaining about HER when she's not in the room), and generally feeling more relaxed about the job.
When Anthony and I signed out of work just a *little* bit before the other two (it was already 16:30), it was raining pretty hard outside, and of course quite cold. He gave me a lift almost to the bus stop, but the cold and the wet has given me a really bad headache.
I'm going to get ice cream.
I'm going to bring lunch in a cloth bag tomorrow and put the whole thing in the fridge, so that I can pick up a few cans of
Kopparberg after work because it'll be my birthday. My boss will be in briefly on Friday, and I'll see if I can steal a moment to ask about the storage situation. And stuff.
P.S. Anthony has the same reservations about the lockers as I do.
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