Not only was I able to pinpoint what it was that was bothering me but had my feelings validated as well.
There is a co-worker that I do my best to get along with.
I do but she is an irritant.
She knows everything.
She has to know everything.
Say if I was talking to a co-worker who was upset and she saw, she would come running over when that person walked away demanding to know what is going on.
She is forever wanting to know what I am doing and how many orders I have.
She went and asked for a full time position and all I ever hear her do now is bitch about having to work 8 hours 5x a week.
Yep she is that person.
A Karen working in a grocery store who woulda thunk it? 🤷🤷🤷🤷
I was looking at my work schedule and next weekend is my Saturday to work late.
It came really fast.
I was trying to figure out my last late Saturday was and recalled that I did not work it as I had to cover a shift on Friday for a co-worker whose husband had gotten the shot and then felt ill.
When it suddenly dawned on me that Karen (makes life easier) had not done a Saturday late shift in a long while.
The woman who does the schedule plays favorites.
I see the schedule and I see it happen.
Which is why I talked to my supervisor about it.
Just asked if Karen did not have to work Saturday rotation too?
Let me tell you if she does not I was going to raise holy hell as to why I had to.
My supervisor called me into the office and told me she had looked into the Saturday situation.
It has been nearly 12 weeks since Karen worked her last late shift.
There is going to be discussion happening because she has now had the last 5 weekends off.
In a row.
Then just to end my evening we had some teenage drama that did not even include T.
Save for the comment made re: drug testing because all T and his friend did was go to T’s dad’s and smoke weed.
This kid and his father are not known to me.
T knows the kid because they were in the same grade 4 class.
4 years ago.
Has not seen him since.
The father was threatening RCMP and this that and the next thing.
Long story short I told L that if this man shows up on her doorstep again to call me or shoot me a text.
We live three minutes apart by car.
I will go meet this dude.
I will let him have his say.
And then I will introduce him to terms such as slander and bullying behaviour.
And if he would like to call the RCMP by all means to please go ahead I will wait right here and we can get everything sorted out in a heartbeat.
People make me laugh.
T’s friends are deathly worried about me as an unknown.
T keeps telling them that it is guaranteed I know their parents.
If they shop where I work there is a very very good chance that not only do I know them but I chat with them often as well.
Which means that these parents are also unaware as to who I am.
I love being the undercover mother.🤣🤣🤣🤣
Picture is my own