I’m sick of hearing my name.
I was very distracted today, as too many things were going through my mind. University matters, friendship matters, money matters were weighing me down at the moment and there was no escape from it. The brain is only capable of handling this much before it goes into a daze. Needless to say, I was in a daze pretty much the whole day.
I made several mistakes at work, until I could literally hear the nagging of my supervisor ringing in my ears as I proceeded on with my work. Is it my imagination, or does it seem as though she is picking on me? She nags at me for the tiniest, teeniest mistakes, and the tone that she uses when rebuking me makes me feel like some uneducated kindergarthen kid.
“Brenda, did you do this? You placed the order slip into the wrong pigeon hole!” she snaps, muttering tsktsk as she walks away from me.
“Brenda, the customer ordered a banana split and she wanted to change all the ice-cream flavours to chocolate, not just the chocolate topping!”
“Brenda, put the milk back into the fridge!” (I had absent-mindedly left the milk behind after preparing a customer’s drink as I was so lost in thought. It was a wonder that I managed to make the customer’s drink correctly!)
“Brenda! Did you use this?” she shrieks, pointing at a leaky tap dripping water all over the counter tabletop. I swear, I closed the tap after I used it!.
“Brenda, you gave the customer the wrong cutlery for her brownie!”
Okay, the last one I don’t understand. Swensens’ Brownie is served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top, and the brownie biscuit itself is pretty hard. However, the stipulated cutlery to be given for that food item was just one long spoon. Hello? Have you ever heard anything more ridiculous? How can you eat a brownie with a long spoon? That is almost comparable with trying to drink soup with a fork.
For the uninitiated, the size of the long spoon was similar to the size of a tea spoon only with a longer handle.
So I gave that customer a fork and a spoon to make it more convenient for her. But this supervisor was so intent on going by the book, she actually told me off for my attempt to make the customer’s life easier. She even had the cheek to yank out the reference list and wave it in my face.
Needless to say, I was fuming mad. Oh, the injustice of it all!
All the endless nagging and ‘Brenda this, Brenda that!” during the five hours of my shift had left me so mentally drained that my face was literally black when I left my workplace. I was furious with both my supervisor and myself. What was wrong with me? What’s with all the mistakes?
So I went shopping to cool myself down, because shopping is one activity which enables me to relax. However, I was seething mad again by the time I reached home.
Why?
I was facing an empty wallet.
C O M M E N T S (10)
At least you go shopping, other people do drugs and smoke to cool off. In four years, you’ll look back on these days and laugh.
Pertaining mostly to the title of this entry, my parents seldomly call me by my name. I love it, because when I hear my name said repeatedly I tend to wish I knew the fine arts of castration… then I decide a quick motion with a sharp object will substitute.
Nagging only makes me tune stuff out. I would recommend trying to explain your situation when things happen, but then again bosses tend to be stubborn about it. You must have a ton to think about, aw poor your *pat pat*
Shopping is a good way to unwind, but yes the broke-ness factor usually deters me from doing that. DDR is usually a good way and I also enjoy a good movie that gets me absorbed.
When I was doing my externship, my supervisor was kind of nit picky as well… about the smallest things. I talked to her and explained how that made me feel and everything was much better. But, remember… I was not being compensated to work there. I was doing my externship; so proceed cautiously.
That supervisor sounds irritating… How on earth can she expect you to work when she is constantly breathin’ down ur neck? Retarded… Anyway, just mind your stuff and ignore her… Work life is like that. You meet nice people, and meet retards as well.
Hmm, I feel your pain. I pretty much always have many thoughts weighing on my mind. Nothing is usually as pressing as money or relationship issues, but nevertheless, I can hardly ever focus clearly.
Perhaps you didn’t notice it but because you were so distracted you didn’t realize you were making mistakes. And/or because you were distracted your supervisor’s nagging seemed a lot worse than it was. It’s a possibility, right?
I say, after having a day like that, it’s best to just go home, relax, calm your mind, and perhaps… sleep? I like to sleep. It’s like what I do when I’m angry, sad, bored, or simply frustrated. It’s always good to have some sort of release like that.
Get thee a credit card! Sorry about the nagging supervisor. My store manager is like that. Very by the book. Oh it gets on my nerves…
umm. relax (: i think she is just flustered cos of e crowd or something. relax ya? no need to shop! go to my gallery &see my face will do! lol. just kidding. just sleep more &refresh yourself! (: relax ya? hehe
It seems like a bad day for you :( I don’t know if it’s just Swensons, but I had a friend that worked there too here in Malaysia and the manager was simply AWFUL! He was such a sexist too :( I guess Swensons just has a knack of having horrible managers and supervisors…
And come to think of it, it is kinda silly to eat a brownie with a long spoon : ?
Wow, that sounds crappy. Poor Brenda. Things’ll get better! Just keep smiling. And yes, I think it was right of you to give the customer a fork, too. Lame.