I was going to write something fresh, but your heading says it as well as anything I could have wrote. I’m just sick of this shit. They pushed me for production, right? Output over quality for two solid months, and I gave them that output. At personal cost, I gave them what they demanded.
Now they shame me for how I did it? Oh now they want quality, what a concept?! No they can’t unsay what they said, unforce themselves on me. Give me back those sick days, I now have to work sick until they replenish because they needed production quotas.
You broke our in office bathroom, don’t start complaining that our bathroom breaks take longer….. this absurd employer, I swear.
How about paying us more? Pushing us less hard? More time off? Being more client focused?
….. that’s not policy.
The one that broke me today, that almost put me in the hospital, a lady who just had a stroke a few months ago. She had a stroke, she’s a nurse. So she couldn’t be a regular nurse anymore, now she’s in home health, and she’s happy for that….. and I wished her well….. poor dear shaking like a leaf, amazing spirit.
Then later in the day it came back to bite me, not enough check stubs. I said maybe I didn’t want to confront a stroke victim who had just gotten back on their feet. Maybe when her hands shook like that and her voice choked I had a moment. Maybe I’m struggling a lot too. Maybe I have more in common with THIS WOMAN than with the rest of you people.
and it got me in trouble, because of course it did. No good deed goes unpunished. I had a small bit of satisfaction there. gone now. It was my mistake, and I was wrong to blame it on her. I don’t know if that’s what I was doing.
I really don’t know where I stand anymore. I’m just doing this job. Half the time it doesn’t seem to actually get to work out for any productive end. That I get paid seems to be the only point to me showing up there every day. Everything else is just us all trying to justify our time. Maybe those of us without salaries will get worth out of it, but based on my experience today their chances are getting worse. Too bad I guess, policy is sacred and beyond reproach.
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I was going to write something fresh, but your heading says it as well as anything I could have wrote. I’m just sick of this shit. They pushed me for production, right? Output over quality for two solid months, and I gave them that output. At personal cost, I gave them what they demanded.
Now they shame me for how I did it? Oh now they want quality, what a concept?! No they can’t unsay what they said, unforce themselves on me. Give me back those sick days, I now have to work sick until they replenish because they needed production quotas.
You broke our in office bathroom, don’t start complaining that our bathroom breaks take longer….. this absurd employer, I swear.
How about paying us more? Pushing us less hard? More time off? Being more client focused?
….. that’s not policy.
The one that broke me today, that almost put me in the hospital, a lady who just had a stroke a few months ago. She had a stroke, she’s a nurse. So she couldn’t be a regular nurse anymore, now she’s in home health, and she’s happy for that….. and I wished her well….. poor dear shaking like a leaf, amazing spirit.
Then later in the day it came back to bite me, not enough check stubs. I said maybe I didn’t want to confront a stroke victim who had just gotten back on their feet. Maybe when her hands shook like that and her voice choked I had a moment. Maybe I’m struggling a lot too. Maybe I have more in common with THIS WOMAN than with the rest of you people.
and it got me in trouble, because of course it did. No good deed goes unpunished. I had a small bit of satisfaction there. gone now. It was my mistake, and I was wrong to blame it on her. I don’t know if that’s what I was doing.
I really don’t know where I stand anymore. I’m just doing this job. Half the time it doesn’t seem to actually get to work out for any productive end. That I get paid seems to be the only point to me showing up there every day. Everything else is just us all trying to justify our time. Maybe those of us without salaries will get worth out of it, but based on my experience today their chances are getting worse. Too bad I guess, policy is sacred and beyond reproach.