Today was a rough-ass dat at work.
I had to stop by Steve’s work this morning to drop off his glasses, so I emailed a co-worker and told her I needed to change a morning meeting time. When I got to work, our male co-worker hadn’t even shown up yet for the meeting, so I stopped by another co-worker’s office to see if she had anything I could help out with. Let’s call her Anne. I am splitting a workload probably 75% to 25% with Anne. The project is a holiday adopt-a-family that my organization runs every year. It involves corporations, families, or individuals registering to adopt a family that would otherwise have no Christmas. We’re talking people with no homes who have to stay with friends, or people like single mom’s with 4 kids…stuff like that.
What better job to take on than getting to be Santa, right?
Hmmm, not so right.
Anne seems to think that I have nothing else to do other than run this campaign (though this adopt a family isn’t in my job description, they just think I will do well running it).
We get over THREE HUNDRED donors matched to families, and the exchange happens over two days. The donor drops off the supplies all wrapped up nice, and the family comes later to pick up their gifts. It should be really wonderful to see.
Well, I am also one of a very small number of people working at this particular place who is splitting the task of raising a million dollar amount of money to keep our organization running. Not easy.
Anne doesn’t seem to remember that I have to do this.
I had a meeting at 9:30am this morning, which I was heading to, when she said to me, “You’re not going to that. You have to do this and this. This is your #1 priority. You need to check the questions on the phone line blah blah so you’re not going to the meeting.”
I am rather frustrated at this point, but I tell her I’ll reschedule. She then proceeds to tell me how to run my day.
Obviously, I do not appreciate this, but I tolerate her advice.
Until she tells me I “can’t go” to my meeting, because this is more important.
NOT. COOL. LADY.
You ain’t my mom, and you ain’t my boss, DO NOT tell me how to do my job.
She was even freaking out when I was in the bathroom because she couldn’t find me! WTF!
“I need to know where you are so that I can come see you.”
Okay, would you also like to wipe my ass?
I realize I am around 20 years younger than everyone in my office, but I have a degree on how to run the entire office, so I don’t take kindly to being told what to do like I’m at home listening to my mom. That’s why kids move out. So they gain more independence.
It’s like she was talking to me extra slow because I might not otherwise get it.
At least I knew we had a scanner at work.
This was especially hard to deal with because my boss wasn’t at work today, and I don’t like to sit around complaining to others, but I figure I need to be rather tactful since this woman has been here longer.
No one would dare tell anyone else how to do their job and what is a priority in a days work, but I’m “the young one”, so YAY FOR ME.
Rough times. I don’t know what exactly to do! Any suggestions?