*sulks* When supervisors lack backbone

[beandelphiki]

Okay, I generally don't want to complain overly much about when I feel crappy or am in pain. (Although I think that I probably do so more on lj than anywhere else... Lord, this is the third or fourth post in a row on health issues. ENOUGH ALREADY! I need something else to talk about.)

I don't know if it sounds silly or ablist to say so, but often, if I'm having a crappy day, I'll weigh that against my mental benchmark of serious disability or chronic pain (not that the two are at all mutually exclusive), and generally come out of that train of thought feeling fairly well-off. I'm not (I don't think) trying to romanticize disability/chronic pain or anything, I just figure it seems rather petty to bitch when it could be much more painful. Tired? Well, stop complaining, it could be Chronic Fatigue! And then I just feel silly with myself, and try to drop the pity party.


Today though, pretty much everything went wrong at once:

-I had a horrible night last night and was wicked sleep-deprived, complete with the headache.

-The Dexedrine side effects were kicking in, and I was hungry, unable to eat, and nauseous, which is always a fun combination. (This gets worse and subsides depending on where I am in the week in relation to my med holiday...which is good because it means my tolerance level is indeed rebooting, but bad because side effects suck.)

-My armpits still hurt, and my arms. Possibly that's because of the weird position I had them in during the ultrasound, and it's just muscle strain.

-Speaking of which, so do my lungs. They're better at home; something in the store really seems to bother my whole respiratory system.

-My asthma was kicking in today again.

-I sliced my right forefinger open on a cup lid...which is no biggie in and of itself, but after I had bandaged it up, I was avoiding pressing anything with it, and was holding it up while I used the other fingers on my hand. Which basically set off shooting pains through my thumb, forefinger, pinkie and arm...that's the hand that's getting some repetitive-strain-type pains (I think? not sure), and apparently holding one finger up like that mimicked the position I hold the computer mouse in. Great.

-My feet were screaming; I've been on them too much. Plantar fasciitis runs in my family - we're all either flat-footed or have high arches. I myself have high dancer's arches, on delicately-boned, long, and VERY narrow feet. Naturally, foot pain follows. I'm fairly sure I have PF problems too, but I'm not sure if that's the main issue or not; whichever, I have this...thing...where my arch and instep hurt from heel to toe, and cramp until they're balled up and I'm walking on the outsides of my feet. It didn't get to the point of balling, but it was close...and my ankles and calves hurt too, whee.

All in all today...I just wanted to GO. HOME.

I was scheduled to close the store today, but since we really only needed three people and there was four of us - me, fellow cashier Shay, Ben in the back and Kevin, supervisor and rail boy - Kevin figured I could leave early. Great! Wonderful!

Except that he ended up sending Shay early instead. Why? Because she had dumbass friends come by and stand in front of the till loudly making "inappropriate sexual comments" (his words, I don't know exactly what he means), and since she wouldn't get rid of them when he asked, and HE didn't have the balls to tell them to fuck off, he sent her home early to get rid of them.

NOT.

HAPPY.

Comments

[siegeengine.livejournal.com]

that really sucks. Supervisors should be better than that... at running their business and protecting their employees.

[beandelphiki.livejournal.com]

Eh. Well, he's just a kid - 16, or 17 or so - and so I don't quite expect him to be as mature as the adult supervisors/managers. Seriously, when I'm finished my supervisor training, I think I'll be the oldest super who isn't also a manager. O_O

Still, it was...frustrating, and angering. And worried me a little, because I'm not a big confrontation person either in offline life, and I don't want that to interfere with my ability to supervise.

[siegeengine.livejournal.com]

Ah... well, that does become an issue. I used to have no ability to confront, either, but in time you realize that it is something that has to be done. You come to see yourself (in those situations only) as a "representative of the company" with the whole company behind you, rather than only as yourself. It seems to help.

I mean, instead of coming upon a situation as yourself and having to justify why you, as you, are confronting someone who might become angry, you just take it as "you're the company" and "this isn't going to happen." (or, "this is what's going to happen," depending on the circumstance.)

it really gets to be quite easy after a few tries.

[beandelphiki.livejournal.com]

That is a very good thought. *pleased*