Stacey Shut The F***K Up

So for the past three weeks I've been having to listen to my co-worker belly ache about her hours. There is one full-time teller, and the rest of us are to be there about 18 hours. Now in a perfect world where no one takes vacations, get sick or needs operations that would happen. I've been working 18+ hours at the bank since summer, and this b*tch who has been with the bank for less than three months is complaining about HER hours. So you can imagine how happy she was with me when I gave my two weeks notice. So all of last week she was saying to me 'Stacey have you SEEN what you did to me in December?' She's all bitchy, because with me gone she has to work even more hours. I said no I hadn't seen the December schedule. She asks if I wanted to see it. I said nope and walked away. Sorry but bite me. I'm not going to stay at a place where the stress of working there gives me hives, I have bad dreams about it and the customers treat us horribly. I'm not going to put up with that sh*t, because she thinks she's getting more hours than she wants. So Friday night just before closing (we stay open until 6pm on Fridays) she starts belly aching AGAIN. Now she's moved on to how she's the ONLY one that works until 6:15pm every Friday. Going on and on about it. Our boss leaves at 5:30pm, and she's yapping at her as she walks out the door 'why do you get to leave early?' She then turns to me, and says it's not fair. My response was 'I don't feel sorry for you, we've all been there.' So she left pretty pissed Friday as she didn't get the oh poor you sympathy she felt she deserved. So I just brushed it off until Sunday night. I'm looking at the November schedule and started counting. Um guess who worked until 6:15pm the most in November that would be me. Guess who worked the most until closing in general in November? Again that would be me. I didn't keep the October schedule, but I have my hours written down, and yes in October I only worked until 6:15pm on Fridays twice, but my boss would have done that as I would have worked until 6:15pm most of August, and all of September as we were short staffed. So yeah my boss would have been trying to make things fair for me. Like I was telling this B*tch suck it up as one month you'll work more late shifts and then the next month not as many. So yeah I agree with the B*tch it should be fair. I wish I had as many days off as she has, as many short shifts as she has, oh yeah and long weekends she needs to share having the Monday off after the long weekend too. Now I wish I said those things to her Friday, but I didn't. All I did say is I didn't feel sorry for her. Honestly I don't, and not sure what she wanted me to do about it. I don't control the schedule. So I wasn't very surprised when I went to work yesterday, and she didn't show up. What did surprise me was to hear she probably won't be there today, and may not be there next week. So a teeny tiny part of me wonders if I faked sympathy for her oh so horrible plight (scarasam) would she have been there yesterday? I do feel a tad bit of guilt as they would be short staffed when I leave to begin with, and if I had any doing for this B*tch bailing on them I'd feel really bad as I like the people I work with. The job itself just wasn't for me. Maybe in future I just need to keep my big mouth shut.

Stitching News
Worked on RR Chatelaine yesterday. Thinking I should stitch a little something as a Christmas Ornie for myself.

My Brain is Just Spinning

So I'm the balancing teller this week at work, and WOW is my brain just spinning. It's not something I'm used to doing every day to begin with not to mention it has just been a crazy busy week at the bank. So I can't like put my sign up at 10 mins to closing to start counting as we still have a huge line. So my brain is just spinning at the end of the day. I'm doing great at counting all the money it's the entries I'm missing. All the debits or credits to the different GL's. If I either remembered to do those or did them correctly the first time I'd be balanced first go each night.

Stitching News
Stitching this week nothing. It's calling to me....lol. Saying Stacey PLEASE WORK ON US WE MISS YOU. I'm just mentally spent at the end of the day that picking it up would probably push me over the edge. I of course only have projects on the go that are large, and require lots of my attention and colour changes. I should have a smaller thing on the go with large blocks of colour for times like this.

Just Not In The Mood

Sometimes I get this feeling I just want to take a break from my life. Well the stressful parts anyways like WORK. You know mental health day. Today is that day. I swear if I hear one customer ask me a stupid question I may have to jump across the counter, and beat them with their own hand. Not to mention the new girl. I get a few vibes from her.....1) don't trust her vibe, 2) know it all vibe, and 3) possibly a suck up vibe, but that last one could just be she's new at the job. Not to mention she's slow, and I don't mean slow at the job I have a heart, and she's just learning. I mean slow in general or that's my opinion. At least she's off today.

Stitching News
I worked on Merlin and Arthur last night. Bill was away over night I should have worked on Needle Keep, but totally forgot about it.

Still Stuck Working At The Cult

So I was to have had an interview tomorrow at a local business. Notice how I used past tense. Well that would be because they phoned me this evening to inform me that they had already hired someone. Oh so I guess no interview tomorrow. That's the best way to fill a position DON'T interview all the candidates that way you'll get the best for the job. This is the second time in three months they are hiring for this position so Bill and I are wondering if they are looking for the best person or the first somewhat decent warm body. It still pisses me off though. So now I'm down to not getting the job without having even an interview. Yes it's probably for the best, blah blah blah dang it I just don't want to work at the cult any longer. The only good news on that front is our Customer Service Manager has taken a different position at a bank closer to her so until they fill her position (which Bill wants me to apply for yeah right) I won't have my bi-weekly performance review. Not even in the mood to stitch tonight I just feel blah.

I Swear I Speak a Different Language

Like wtf is going on lately. So at work Friday I swear I was repeating myself about 5 times with some customers. Even my co-worker was like what the hell they are not understanding you. Now I was born in Canada I speak English fluently it's my one and only language. So there is nothing hindering my speech. I thought this was something that only happened at my house with Bill and Jeremy. Like you look right at them speak clearly they will respond and then ask what I just said. Okay, but OMG. I just asked you to put your dishes in the dish washer. You said yes Mom, and now not even five seconds later are asking what I just said? Drive me nuts. Well then this disease followed me to the bank....

~ me ~ Hello how are you

~ them ~ Good

~ me ~ Ok go ahead and swipe your card

~them~ completely blank look

~me~ your read banking card

~them~ oh this?

~me~ yes that's it please swipe your card and enter your pin number.

Now keep in mind this isn't a new customer. This is a customer that is in the bank no less than 3 times a week, and always at a Teller.

So I continue with their transactions, and have to set up a utility bill linked to their card.

~me~ May I see your gas bill again please?

~them~ Gas bill?

~me~ Yes the one I just paid for you. I'm going to link it to your card so next time I don't have to keep the stub.

~them~ Gas Bill?

~me~ Yes that pink piece of paper is your gas bill (thinking to self how do some people even manage to get dressed in the morning?)



So Friday went as such. There was about 5 customers that I just couldn't communicate with effectively.



That brings us to Sunday. Jeremy has a friend that I'm not crazy about. He tries to take Jeremy's toys, he is able to just wander free around the neighbourhood, there's just something about this little boy that rubs me the wrong way. Now he's 5, and I understand most of what is going on is lack of supervision from his parents. Of course he hates playing here, because I have rules. I don't let them climb up on the roof or swing from the clothes line. Yes I'm a big mean bitch, and I admit it. So anyways Jeremy was outside with this one boy H. So H notices on our fence a piece that is coming away. To him it looked like a sword. H says look Jeremy a sword. Now I hear this, and say H just leave it please. H leave that alone. H don't touch that. H pulls it off. GRRRRRRRR. So I ask H to come over and see me. H comes over, and I ask him did you hear me tell you to leave the fence alone? H says yes. Yet you took off that piece anyways? He just looks away. So I let H know that he needs to listen when he is visiting here or I'll have to send him home. He then 20 seconds later walks over to part of the house and starts picking at cement that he's been told to leave alone by me and Bill. Okay thanks for playing H see ya later time to go home. So it's not just my spouse, child or people at work that don't understand me. The neighbour kids don't either. I just don't get it.

Off to the Hospital Today

Well about a week and a half ago I went to the Dr. to have a mole checked out, and my Dr. figures that it looks like skin cancer, but contained meaning it's not going to spread. So I'm going to try to get it removed this morning. Going to be at the Hospital at like 8:00 am. They will then do a biopsy on the mole. So I'll know 100% either way. Then it's at work until like 6:15 this evening.

The job hunt is starting to get to me. I live in a town of about 13,000 people so we are not talking a big town. I have like 10 plus years experience doing admin type work, and I can't steal an interview. Oh wait unless I'm on vacation in Vancouver. Seriously when we were in Vancouver visiting our families I got 3 phone calls for interviews ~sigh~ Of course none were willing to wait 3 days for us to come home. So back to my job hunt. So I'm applying to stuff I see in the paper, and then not hearing back. So I'm learning that in this town it's not what you know it's who you know, and we haven't even lived here a year so I know no one. I applied for a Reception position at like Kal Tire (they sell tires in case you couldn't figure it out....lol), and I didn't even get an interview. I'm smart, hard working, great attitude and attractive what is going on here? I mean yes I'm working now 20 hours a week, but I can't stand it. I think what really gets to me is the up selling. Trying to talk customers into Visas, loans, mortgages etc yup I have quotas I have to make have to get so many butts booked for appointments. Now for the privilege to help the lovely customers we the tellers get to put up with customers yelling at us, swearing at us, telling lies....grrrrrr

Ok enough grumbling. Today is Friday so that is good. Tomorrow is the start of the weekend....woo hoo, and hubby got home yesterday.

Stitching News
Last night just worked on The Hunting Dogs. My plan is to take a pic of it sometime on the weekend. My DMC floss is on it's way. I can't wait for it to arrive *S*