2004-08-26
The Tango dress I ordered from Victoria's Secret got sent back, again... The first time I ordered it, they told me it was on backorder, which was fine. It was supposed to get here by the end of July. I wouldn't get charged until then. The problem was, I had been a little late (like 2 days...) payin' something from way back in March and I didn't realize my credit limit had been dropped because I hadn't bought anything since then. So when they started to ship the dress in July, they tried to charge the slightly over $100 dress to my credit card that had only a $100 limit. DENIED. So I called and they apologized and upped my limit back to it's previous place. Excellent.
So now the dress should be on its way. Except... It's not. I just got my credit card bill from them and the dress is marked as havin' been sent back and there's a charge for something else that is not supposed to be there. I have no idea what that's about, but I'm gonna find out today.
But I have to wonder if this is some kind of sign for me to not go to Buenos Aires this year. Things at work are iffy again, like clockwork. Every three to six months there's somethin' goin' on that makes me think my time there is limited.
So the building is NOT going to be knocked down this year, but there are other things that are startin' to irritate me. I wonder if I could get in trouble for complainin' about my job in an online diary. Oh well.
This Employment Circle group is now in our building and they keep having me do all this extra work for them. I have two more hours a week that I have to work, a class that I have to teach, all this administrative paperwork that I have to do and these meetings I have to go to once a week that get nothin' accomplished except to give ol' Angela more work to do. More hours, more responsibilities, more work. You would think that would equal more pay, but apparently that is not what that equals. More stress, that's what it equals.
Not that I don't like what I'm doing. I do. The job I love, but the political crapola that seems to have come with this new group I do not love.
It came to my attention that two of the people who have been sittin' in my classroom are supposed to be helpin' me. I had no idea. I mean, how to know if I'm never told? I had asked one of them to just make sure that every new person has an email address set up, that's all. Did that get done? No. Apparently I need to regulate on these people. But I ain't gonna. If I wanted to be a manager, I'd be negotiatin' a hefty pay raise. I don't wanna be a manager, 'cause I don't wanna be responsible for anyone but Angela. I'm not gonna regulate, I might ask once, but that's it. If someone doesn't have the initiative to see somethin' needs to be done and do it, then they've got no business workin' around me, 'cause I'm not gonna tell them every bleedin' thing that they need to be doin'. I'm not paid enough for that and honestly, they couldn't pay me enough for that. I like to keep my anxiety attacks to a minimum, thank you very much.
And these two people in question were supposed to be at the meeting and were not. They are also supposed to be at the Center every Tuesday and Thursday but they are not. BUT, we have to give them another chance because they want to prove that people from the inner city can rise above. I have no problem with that, but give them the tools they need to do it. Make it clear what their job is and tell them that they have to be there every day to get it done. Everything is so vague. But the people in command aren't tellin' them what to do, they're givin' them more time which as far as I'm concerned is like givin' someone more rope to hang themselves with. Meanwhile, I'm pickin' up the slack and that's not right.
They mentioned that if some things don't change then they'll be lookin' for someone else to fill the position. I told them that if they do, I know someone that would take the initiative and do the job. Here's the response I got back:
"Is she black or hispanic?"
...no...
And that was all that was said. I know what they're TRYING to do, I understand why, but racism is racism, plain and simple. If you get the job or don't get the job based on the colour of your skin, that's racism. I don't care if it was a white guy askin' the question. They don't want a white person for the job because she won't fulfill the position of successful black role model. Fine, whatever. I don't care what the person looks like, I just want whoever it is to do their damn job.
I can guarantee you that when the time comes, I'm not going to walk over the insults I've taken or damage to my car or the threats to my person but to some petty office politics. One day it's just gonna be the wrong comment at the wrong time.
Okay, take a deep breath and get ready for work, Angela. This is your go in early day. You can get through another one.
I love my job. I love my job. I love my job...
Dancin': 32.25 | Dog walkin': 110.5 | Total: 142.75 miles
XOXOX
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