After telling my bosses I was going to be leaving, I realized that I should take my vacation days before I do. Usually, vacation days stem from how much you worked the year before, however, I think she's harboring a grudge against me.
"You get two and a half days of vacation this year."
"What? I thought I got a week?"
"Since you're not working this whole year, you only get half the time."
"That's not how it works."
"You can take them next week. That'd be great for us."
"Why can't I take them the week before I start the other job?"
"The last person who did that, Carol got really mad at."
"What's she gonna do? Fire me?"
"Next week. Take it or leave it."
I took it. I ended up being out for 6 days, due to Jeff's wedding and the like. I came back that Thursday. I walked into the back room, and this is how I was greeted.
"Ian, I'm going to yell at you."
"Okay. Why?"
"We ran out of register tape last night."
"How's that my fault?"
"You were supposed to keep an eye on it and tell me if we were low."
"I don't know if you realize, but I haven't been here for the past six days."
"You should've checked it before you left last week."
"Are you kidding me? I was never told to do that. There's a note on the box that says, 'Whoever takes the last pack of tape, tell Toni.' Last time I went in there, there was plenty more."
We argued like that for five minutes before I finally gave in. "Fine, it's my fault. Give me a slap on the wrist and let me go home."
In the immortal words of my coworker, Barb, "They never give you praise, but they'll run you over if you mess up." And it's true. Everyday, I do something good, and I get nothing. But the one time I screw up, no matter how small, I catch shit from three different people.
Three more days...
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