I can't stand my new job.
The employees are unconsiderate.
The disabled kids are great.
I come home p*** off every night.
Would it kill the office manager to share.
She failed to tell me about a staff BBQ (which I found out during)
She failed to tell me about a staff pizza party (after I got back from lunch)
The speech pathologist loves to tease me cruely.
So who give a s*** that I misprounouced a word does she really have to reannounce it "Reception meant to say maintenance to room 105 with a mop."
I can't stand it.
We lost power and the phone system went down -- once power came up it was "my fault" I can't page -- "did you unplug the phone and plug it back in?" duh.
The office manager said when I was hired the hours are 8:30 to 4:30 but failed to tell me I had to get in 15 minutes earlier to return the attendence books.
She never did train me to do billing correctly.
She never did train me to answer the phone correctly. It should be answered QCP not RECEPTION like she initially told me. Yet that is how she answers the phone, ring ring "reception." (do as I say not as a do huh.)
I'm becoming nasty at everyone.
I just want to cry. I just want to curl up and hide.
I don't even have the passion to play with Sarah.
and to think I've only been there 2 months and I'm already miserable.
((((off to cry while figuring out "whats for dinner boopie"))))
Kate