Sunday, August 30, 2009

highlights

Someone lent me "Pride, Prejudice and Zombies"... I'm only 28 pages in but it's hilarious.
I got my QST cheque. Woohoo to being 87$ richer!
Pumpkin Spice Lattes are back at Second Cup. My mouth is happy.

I gave my 2 weeks notice to Stikeman, and I'm writing a letter to QA now. I don't have another job lined up but I also don't care.
Tuesday I was told by Scott that he would be taking over 10-6 on the photocopy side, except on Wednesdays. I talked to Mike and got the usual humming and hawing trying to come up with an answer. Apparently, QA doesn't make enough money to pay their employees and so in their new contract they want to charge a fee for supplying employees and then charge Stikeman my salary. Stikeman "can't afford" to pay me, and they don't want to hire me straight out either. If Sylvie hadn't had a brain aneurysm, I would be sent back to QA (Mike said they told QA that they had to find me another job... that's not really how it works; you can't boss a company around like that). Now that Sylvie is on medical leave for an indeterminate amount of time, I get to stay until she recovers, but I don't want to sit around and wait to see what happens. Plus I am taking 4 classes this semester and 4 next semester so I don't want to work fulltime anymore. Friday I cornered Mike and said I was extremely dissatisfied with the way they were jerking me around and that I had found another job and was giving my 2 weeks notice. As we were talking he answered his phone, so I stormed off (he's so rude and disrespectful). Afterwards he came to talk to me again and gave me the same story he had said before, and then was like, "So you understand, right? You're not going to leave?" and I was like, "Nope, still going, 2 weeks." I thought he was going to have an aneurism, because we are SO short staffed it's pathetic. (Me, Erin and Dave work on mail; Barb, Francine and Scott work on photocopy, and MP works in Sylvie's place as buyer, Myway works in B1 thank god, and Nancy is the floater).
I predict that tomorrow (and possibly the rest of the week) will be filled with people harassing me to stay and trying to soothe me and make me do what they want. Or I'll get laid off or something. Also this week I was doing B1 and Myway was working there and he complained to Mike that I was rude to him because when I bring down the stuff I don't acknowledge him. Um I'm not going to stop and chat with you every half hour. I don't like you and I don't care about anything that you might have to say. I say hi to you in the mornings and that's all I need to say to you.
Can't wait to get out!!!