No no, the hours I work is only the beginning of my torment. For starters all of my staff are completely incompetent.
One is a piece of [parasitic bomb] that talks back to my boss which somehow gets me in this [parasitic bomb] with his boss who literally described said arrogant piece [parasitic bomb] as an 'arrogant [lightning web]'. He also happens to be the owner of the company.
Another one of them is 50-year-old semi-retarded dumbass who has been working there for other 10 years and seems to think that gives him authority over me when it doesn't and tries to give me advice on my job when he has no idea what the [tornado fang] he is talking about. He is also mostly incompetent at his job and when tries to do anything other than what he is capable of it just causes more work for me.
Another one of them works two departments because my bosses are two cheap too hire people when they can just rotate staff and another one of the part-timers has another job which means when I need someone to cover another shift for whatever reason neither of them are either avaliable.
The worst part of this is that my bosses are too cheap to hire new people and ultimately, too nice too fire people which means that no matter what I say or do the situation never really changes.
There is a very good reason, as you can see, that I got promoted over them when I had only been working there for a few months when they had all been there for years.
I hate my job.
Well.... [parasitic bomb].
All I got is an inept employer who only gave me my job because the other person that was going to do it was fired for "Being Unreasonable", which by that I mean she didn't want to wake up at 6AM to go to his house to watch his kids every day. I was only supposed to have this as a summer job that ended as soon as the kids went to school. Granted I'm glad it didn't as it allowed me to get through the christmas season with some money, but the point is he was supposed to find somebody else, but kept me around, and continues to keep me around simply because its easy for him.
I don't know, and have never known how much I've been paid since September started. Hell in the summer multiple times he would forget to pay me so I would have to wait weeks before getting another check. (I waited like 8 weeks for one of my checks. Its not my job to ask when I'm getting paid and generally I find it rude to ask, so I didn't.)
He is consistently displeased with my performance, but he doesn't express his concerns to me, instead tells them to my dad (Because he works with my dad, which is how I got the job to begin with.) and his kids. Who then tell me, not to mention he "punishes" me if he feels I'm not doing my job. Not by garnishing my pay or something normal like that, but by telling his kids to tell me that we can't watch TV because of something that I got blamed for, which was not keeping a [tornado fang]ing hawk eye on the older of the two children, who burned popcorn in the microwave. Or by changing the Wi-Fi Password so I can't use wi-fi anymore despite that I almost NEVER use my phone when I'm there.
Today he was mad at me because I was late getting his kid to an appointment (It was fine, we still made the appointment.) because I didn't want to [acid burst] off my mom by not doing the dishes before I left, was it my laziness that made me wake up late in the first place? Yes, so it was my fault, but the fact that he texted me asking if we made the appointment, but having already called the appointed place to keep tabs on me (Real [tornado fang]ing classy, I might add.) just to see if I was there yet wasn't cool, I'm not a [tornado fang]ing taxi, if you want your kids to go to appointments, schedule them when you can take them yourself. That should NOT be my responsibility.
And the saddest part of this? He gets pissed off that I'm apparently doing a shitty job, but I do the important things, I feed the kids, I get them to bed, I make sure they do their homework, and I keep them entertained, I watch them.
I do my job, the kids like me, I'm only quitting because school is going to be crazy this semester. But I was getting sick of his bullshit, and I'm pretty sure he was just getting sick of me, because I've been doing the same quality of work since I started. The kids are 9 and 11, they do not need constant supervision, they're usually pretty good. The popcorn thing, that was their fault through and through, they didn't ask me if they could make popcorn and its not like they need supervision to use the [tornado fang]ing microwave.
Thing is, when I had school early enough that it was too difficult for me to watch the kids, he would get somebody else, one time he did and I think he would have considered keeping her around, but apparently, just like the babysitter before me, didn't quite jazz with his schedule being mostly 7AM-3PM, with random bouts of 10-6:30 and 3-11. Though apparently for me, I'm apparently at his beck and call, because without asking me if it was okay he just said "See you saturday" today, and this isn't the first time he's done that, around Halloween time he just told me to come in so he could go to a Halloween Party with his girlfriend, not asking me if it was okay, or anything like that. Granted it only turned out to be two hours, but still the kids were pretty much going to bed right as I got there.
And now, even though I'm starting school on the 14th, he expects me to keep working for him till he gets somebody else, which will turn itself into him not finding somebody else and just keeping me around because its easier. Which is bad for me because I can't run on the [acid burst]-poor sleep I get lately, my sleep schedule is all sorts of [tornado fang]'d up, and for a while now I was finding myself conking out at 8 or 9 PM just so I felt awake at 5:30. Since I have 5 classes now instead of three (Granted it'll only be three at a time since two of the classes swap out halfway through the semester.) I CANNOT AFFORD to be wearing myself thin like that, not with homework and actual class sessions I have to attend. It'll stress me out far greater than my limit. I don't want to be like that, I just turn into an [dark hold].
I hate working for this guy, he's a complete [tornado fang]ing tool.