| Sep. 28th, 2004 @ 10:12 pm New managers just have to prove themselves don't they? |
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Current Mood:  pissed off
*sigh* Can't wait till I get to the top of that waiting list!
Started back to work yesterday on a very nice plan my manager suggested, over the next 4 weeks she said we will work together to get you back to working as normally as you can. Day 1 was to be listening in to others on calls and then some paperwork related stuff. And then day by day with reviews working towards maybe doing some normal call work from next week, slow and easy. HAH!
"Well Emily, you've been listening to Mandy all morning, have you picked out any areas you need to catch up on?"
I mentioned the main things, connected with some major changes to the company products and prices, the sort of thing that customers are going to be ringing about.
" I'll sort out the trainign for that and get back to you, now, what do you feel like doing? I'm afraid that there is no messaging or paperwork available to give you, that's all been sorted. How do you feel about taking a few calls?"
Bloody typical, and bloody typical of this particular manager!
So I took calls for 1 1/2 hours, I was lucky, a couple of problems but nothing I needed that training for!
She had agreed too (nice girl) to make sure that I would get next Monday off for my hospital visit (it's early evening, but I spun a bit of a yarn about how important it was and how I needed to prepare myself, actually Jane has an appointment in the afternoon and I was goign to take her). And then she tells me that the training I need is Monday from 11.30 till 1pm, "it's the only slot now available and I really do need to have this training don't I?"
Comments about not being able to focus because of the hospital visit later were met with "you shouldn't really bring your personal life into work should you?"
Well we know just how helpful she is going to be in settling me back into work in a caring way don't we?
And to top it all, at 11.05 I started with one of my attacks, I tried to grit my teeth but at 11.45 I took the painkillersand I knew that it as going to be bad. I managed to stick it out until 12.30 but then I had to come home. How the hell does she expect me to be able to function properly when I end up in so much pain that I can't concentrate and can't even sit down!
I know I'm employed to do the job, and I don't like being stuck at home, but I have tried to tell her that stress may just be a contibuting factor in these attacks, and she starts to put pressure on in the first day back! |
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