a huge fucking rant.

I have been having such a difficult time at work lately and it's bringing me down so much, I don't know how to make things better. David seems to have this personal vendetta against me where we just end up fighting with eachother all day. I went in yesterday because Stewart asked me to help out with lunch for Mothers Day, which was fine, but I also had bedrooms that needed cleaning and remaking incase we had anyone arrive asking for a room, otherwise we'd have had none ready. So I get in there and go upstairs to start on the rooms and he has a go at me saying he needs me to do the cutlery - a job I then find out is one he was asked to do. So I polish two trays of cutlery for him, after a good scream, and then go upstairs to do a couple of rooms. Give it 10 minutes and he comes storming up the stairs yelling at me with "I don't know where you are, I need you down in the kitchen, I've already asked you to be down there, you're on the rota for a restaurant shift" etc etc, literally shouted at me so rudely. So i stormed back down and decided to help Stew on hot partie as I had no intention what-so-ever of helping David again. PLUS when he came up he had Claire in the kitchen, and she was meant to be doing the bedrooms, so in effect we'd swapped for a bit and he wasn't even a person short in the kitchen!

So after a good shift of me helping Stew and us doing a REALLY good job, with all the kitchen staff - so proud of them! - I left without saying goodbye to David cuz I really didn't wanna have a chat with him. This morning I come in to find that after I'd gone he'd been talking to Aislinn and Stew about 'what to do with me' - his favorite question of anyone. Fucking drives me mad. What to do with me? Try leaving me the fuck alone to do my job? He was talking to them about giving me a disciplinary, to which Aislinn totally shot him down and pointed out the technicalities of how he actually had to give me a bunch of warnings first, and Stew told him how amazing I'd been on hot partie and how he couldn't have done it without me - I love the staff there! David, after that, changed the subject... on to how I'd been sacked from my old job for doing the same things as I'm doing here.

First off, he has no right to be discussing any of this with my peers - indeed, people I manage.
Secondly - I was sacked because they used me. I had no opportunity to respond to any disagreements they found with me and hadn't caused any difficulty within the job, they just didn't need me anymore. David should not speculate into what he does not know.

So I started off today annoyed, and even more so when I saw the jobs list he'd written for me - with a 'please' as an after thought in a different coloured pen, and a job of "phone the woman I have a meeting with at 3pm and change it to a different day" - I'm sorry, I didn't know I was his fucking secretary?!

Today went well though, he had the day off so I managed to enjoy the majority of it, especially as Andy came in and I haven't seen him in AGES!! We came back to my house to take Barney for a walk and it was yummy :D Good times!

And then I went back to work. David arrived at 6pm to take over, and I asked where our tips were from Mothers Day. He said that it had worked out at £15 each, BUT I wasn't going to get mine because I hadn't shared out the £50 tip I got sent in November.

Now, let's recap.

On that night in November, I served a table of 9 men dressed in tuxes, clearly out to have a good time. They were a fantastic table, so much fun! We had a great night, AND I helped with the rest of a very busy restaurant as well. They left us a £50 tip on the night, and a couple of days later they called up work asking for my last name. David gave it to them, after working out why they wanted it, and days after that came a cheque from them to me. TO ME. The envelope, presumably, was dressed to me, but it's difficult to know because that part magically got shredded before I could see it. Strangely though, the bit with their address on didn't. Weird that, huh? So I got this cheque for £50 in MY name, with a note and a photo written to ME. And of course David knows about it so tries to pressure me into sharing it with him. I didn't want to, never have done. He doesn't deserve it and is wrong to think he does. So tonight, because I still haven't shared it with him, he STOLE my £15.

Fuckign stole it.

The selfish little c-word. I really do hate that man.

I came home crying because I have just had enough of all of his fucking shit. He treats me like a dog and I am not having it, it's so unnacceptable. He has no right to steal my money and to talk to my staff about things they do not need to know. He is an appalling manager and I wouldn't recommend him to work in Mc Donalds ffs.

I was shaking with anger when I got home, but now I have seen sense, and I am going to approach this properly. I have written him an email saying that instead of having a chat about things, which would probably end in another argument, I'd like to do it over email so I can consider my answers carefully and not make any mistakes. I'm going to apply for two more jobs, one for two days a week and one for a couple of nights a week so that I have back-ups. And I am going to write down all of the things he does, just incase it's needed one day.

I kind of hope it is.