I hate my job!!! I love doing it but I hate it!

[yvannairie]

So, okay. The postal strike lasted a total of 17 days, 13 of which were business days. When I came to work on the next monday, we had maybe 10-15 trolleys, maybe 2-3 pallets worth of mail crates and a couple of larger truck pallets of shit that had gotten to us, stuff from anywhere during the past three weeks, as well as the new incoming stuff that we normally would. The next day, we got 5 more trolleys, and a bunch of crate pallets, all old mail that had been suspended at the distribution center.

By the end of Tuesday, we had no more unprocessed crates, and I think three-two trolleys worth of stuff, and a single truck pallet.

Sounds good, right? Right on schedule to be clearing away the mail backed up because of the strike? And you'd be right, but the kicker is that this was done with regular staffing numbers. They just made us work longer hours on Tuesday, which is usually off for part-timers and under 4 hours for regulars. My Tuesday ended at quarter to one, and my Monday ended at quarter to seven. Some people were literally out past nine on Monday, because god forbid we have even an extra worker to help us cover the glut somehow.

The branch I work at has also been so horribly mismanaged that we've had five people quit this year alone (the most competent manager we've had in a while is also thinking of quitting b/c her supervisor bitches at her that she's doing too much overtime) which means that not only do we not have extra hands, if even one person gets sick we can't even cover their route. Which is what happened, one of the routes will have to be covered tomorrow, which is a national fucking holiday, and my day also went incredibly long today because I had to put it together. It's got two advertisements, from Wed and Thu, and is also 20 boxes (2ft mail delivery boxes where you stack the mail in sorted order) long, when a route exceeding 6 boxes is considered unfairly long.

You know when I'd be expecting to be doing days like this? Peak season. Two weeks from now. Which we'll also apparently be doing this year without any fucking help from any fucking where.

And the thing is... I'm the kind of person who thrives in chaos like this. I thrive in bullshit, specifically -- I enjoy work being gruelling and demanding, because it's a safer way to get that rush of satisfaction and vindication once you've done something that shouldn't have been that fucking hard. That's how I turn 90 minute routes into 45 minute ones, just by channelling my inner rage monster and going watch me and it works really well for a few weeks at a time.

But the last time this underbooking bullshit went on for three entire months and while I seriously don't want to quit this job because I like it and it's good for me, I also have more pride than to spend the entire spring, anxious at the end of every week, because I don't know if my hours will randomly get cut to nothing while they still constantly ask me to come in because they're just that short on hands.

Hang them all, hang every single fucking member of the board of this fucking company.