Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

X Bank


I work for X bank and today was just as annoying as any other day, only there's been more bullshit added onto our do and don't list. Apparently our manager doesn't want anyone to accept any personal phone calls what so ever, except only in case of an emergency. Which... I understand to a certain extent, clearly I wouldn't talk on the phone at any time in the middle of a customer, that's just common sense and plain rude. God forbid if any customer hangs up their cell phone though, which is one of my biggest pet peeves. Anyhow, I don't think it's really anyones business who's on the other end of someones phone call, or what it's about. Another thing they're trying to pull over on us is our start time. Which through policy states that our start time includes, training, morning meetings, and set up time, where as the manager wants for everyone to get in 10 minutes ahead of their scheduled time and claims personnel will vouch and say either the same thing, or that it's up to the managers discretion. If it is in fact up to the managers discretion I'd like to understand why it is that we were required to take training on time entry and why there's a clear list of requirements and procedures. I'd also like to know if say we do start going in 10 minutes earlier everyday, does that mean we're going to be compensated for that time as well? Considering that policy states you're to enter your time into the system to the minute, from start to finish, and that managers are not allowed to edit your time entry. It also states that we're supposed to be receive overtime for any amount of time worked past your regularly scheduled 40 hours. X bank contradicts itself when it comes to their policies and procedures, and with what they tell their employees, sometimes I feel it may only be a thing that occurs at a branch level, but how am I supposed to figure that out if anytime I've called HR for advice and counsel you're basically told that it's up to the manager, for everything.

I've dedicated nearly 5 years of my life to working here, and have yet to be compensated annually for just being an employee. I can't remember the last time I was given an actual raise, when I tell people this they're pretty much amazed a company could get away with this. X Bank believes in quarterly incentives, which is the only way one person could ever make any extra money, by doing what's required. What's required went from referring products and services, to engaging in conversation with customers in order to find hidden clues by asking open ended questions. Doing so is supposed to help you uncover what a specific customers needs really are, and from that... you refer, or advise them on what you believe is best. Now, with the way the economy is today, it's either my luck or just everything else going on but NO ONE wants to hear anything now a days. I find customers are content with the fact that they're money is still available to them, I say for two reasons, recent bank closures and because recently I was bitched at when I simply wanted to offer a customer a better rate than what they were currently receiving. I did nothing wrong and exactly what was required of me and got shafted. Now I just have to remind myself that it's only time until I can get another job and that getting frustrated isn't really all that worth it anymore. X Bank, or rather Bank Of America doesn't really seem to care much for it's employee's... From day one, I knew it would turn out this way, meetings we attended, conference calls we've all had made me feel uncomfortable from the beginning. I always felt like I've been working for a cult.



Thursday, July 3, 2008

The Third

Today, work was intense and full of the worlds biggest idiots.  I'm glad it's done and over with because I was literally on the verge or cursing someone out.  Bad enough I yelled at someone for just being complete waste of space.  I mean, come on - some things are just common sense. 

So other than that, I was fine on my way home, called my Mom and spoke with her for a while, she was just getting things ready for their big day at the beach tomorrow.  I miss them SO much.  July 4Th in my family was always a big deal, year after year we would go all out, literally bringing our entire homes Rocky Neck State Park.  It was always a race with hundreds of others throughout the state to see who can get there first and the best picnic spot in the entire park.  So many memories, and trips back and forth to the car dragging supplies back and forth, listening to my Dad bitch about how he was left to do all the work, carry all the stuff (literally), set up the canopy, start the grill... none of which was ever really his "thing" but he was always stuck doing it year after year, even though he swore he was never going to do it again.  I feel bad now for laughing at him all those times.   

This year, I'm not really doing anything for the 4Th, nothing major was planned at all.  My sisters have made their own plans, one's going to the beach and the other to her husbands family's house for a cookout.  It bothers me, a whole lot... not that I would have joined either but more because we aren't doing anything with each other.  I thought since we all stilled lived fairly close to each other that we would at least plan something out in advance.  I'm over it, I'm over it... no - I'm really not but there's nothing I could do about that now, is there?

So today I found out the boy actually knows about this blog.  How does that make me feel? Weird, but fine I suppose.  I don't really know why I thought maybe he wouldn't find it, or figure out I was writing on here but he does and that's fine.  Be warned... I'm not holding back. 


Saturday, June 21, 2008

Is this for real?

How could I possibly be awake THIS early?! I feels like a bad dream and all I really want to do is just sleep a couple of extra hours. How ridiculous is it for my job to require that you come back from vacation on a Saturday?! Bastards! I'm sure this is illegal somewhere, it just has to be! I keep looking at my bed and thinking about how great it feels just to be splattered all over it, just carefree. Maybe I just need some light & sweet and injected RIGHT INTO MY EYES!