So once again, work is owning my life and abusing me in ways I didn't think possible. Not only did we lose Bob, our Kitchen/Bath/Appliance Expeditor and PC (which then split his 40 hour a week workload between Michelle and I), but this week, Michelle (Flooring and Hardware Expeditor and PC) announced that she would be leaving the company too.
I am now the only person left in my office to handle 120 hours of work in a 40 hour work week. Don't get me wrong, I have a supervisor. Do I think that he will help me? He might try, but I can almost guarantee that he won't be able to offer me the kind of help or support I need. I am stressed to the max already, and Michelle's last day isn't until next Friday.
Add to that the fact that my favourite manager ever, Cory, left the company this week and moved out of town. I have been in tears at some point every day this week. I have never worked in a place that under appreciates it's staff to the point that my company does, and I've never seen so many people come and go. And it's all based on the way we're treated. When you walk in those doors, you become a number. Customers yell at you, more work gets piled on you and you can't possibly keep up, which then causes more customers to yell at you because you're not moving as fast as they'd like.
And of course, I just got off the phone with my dad and he's so sweet and supportive and is trying to hard to make me feel better that it actually makes me feel worse because he's validating everything that I'm thinking. He made a comment about how I shouldn't let a place like this break me down and make me feel worthless...and I don't even know how he could pick up that that is exactly how I am feeling. I should be treated like GOLD right now, considering that there is absolutely no one in the store that knows my job or could cope with the workload that I have right now. Instead, I'm told that there can't be any "off-cycle raises", no changes to the schedule...really, that I'm supposed to give everything I have to this job to get nothing in return.
I have been applying to other positions but I just haven't gotten that call yet. I just don't know how much more I can take of this place before I lose it altogether. And of course, my dad once again says the magic words, "If you need to come home, you're always welcome here. You can take some time off, regroup and get yourself back on track. Don't make yourself sick."
I, of course, have an apartment lease that I'm signed on to. And I know I'm not a quitter, nor would I be happy at home for an extended period of time because all of my friends have also moved on from there.
I am trying to tell myself that I can get through this. I hope that I really can. Maybe it will get better. Or maybe some good will come out of this. At this point, all I can do is hope.
Legitimately though, I wish that "Undercover Boss" would do a special on our store. The CEOs and upper level management in our company would be in for a rude awakening if they saw exactly how they are running their company into the ground and how thin they were stretching everyone.
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