January 29, 2005
strange things...
A couple of weeks ago I left work early. I had been having a rather bad day and Travis just kept treating me like a baby. Telling me to change oven temps for French bread, buns, etc. (all things I surely know by now??!!) So I was being very uncommunicative. I work better this way anyhow, just focus on the job at hand and do it. When he is the early baker, I usually let him run the oven, or at least ask him what his plans are for the proofer and retarder, etc. When I am early baker, he still feels the need to "run the show". I had taken over ovens for a while, which gave him reason (excuses?) for telling me the info I clearly know (I do the same job as him, and he does take days off. Who does he think bakes when he is not there?)
As the day wore on, it was almost time for him to leave and I had another 4 hours afterwards. Plenty of time to get things done, and if not, we were both on next day and could get caught up. Travis has a huge problem with this... working together if we are behind, and as things moved along he started going off about this exact fact. How could I have worked the other day and still was behind??! He then told me my work was "unacceptable" and he had never "met a baker so disorganized, who knows as little as I do". Now, I do take offense to this as I know I am good at my job. I have never had a complaint before about my work habits or ethic, in fact, I have many great references from every place I have worked. Here is a 24 year old child (more on this in a bit) whose experience is a doughnut shop before this job, telling me I am unacceptable?
So.. rather than being my usual in your face kind of person, I walked out. I was very near to some name calling and other actual "unacceptable" work comments so that was the only thing I could do. I basically ran to my locker, grabbed my clothes, left in my whites and started the car. It was -36C that day, so rather than warming the car there, I snuck over to the Zellers parking lot and let it warm up. Drove, rather haphazardly to the booze store, bought some beer and went home. Drank a couple and had a nap. I had a doc appointment that afternoon so discussed this with him, telling him of my choice to leave which he decided was not a bad idea. I called the store wanting to talk to Sheila, got Travis instead.. some more verbal abuse and thank God, the phone ran out of minutes, he of course figured I hung up on him, hahaha! The store manager called me and asked to smooth things over so I would come in next day. Travis and I hardly said 2 words to each other. We still rarely do. I have had it with him, he thinks I am incompetent, he is wrong, end of story.
He aslo makes $18.90 and hour, I make $12.90. Same job, same stuff, he has been there less than a year. I work things out with the union on that one this morning at 11.
Posted by hellonwhls on January 29, 2005 03:07 AM
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