Work life/life

I like my job. I have an office and business cards. I get paid a decent salary (although it hasn’t helped me to get out of debt as quickly as would hope) I like the customers I help and sell to.

What I don’t like is how I am treated. How I believe I’m treated. I work with 2 people, one is the sales manager, the other is supposed to be an office assistant/cashier/title clerk. I know how to do both their jobs, and I was trained to do both their jobs. The last I knew I was the office manager/salesperson. Somehow along the line, he’s telling our new corporate boss and referring to her as the office manager, and low and behold as the business cards arrive, he’s the sales manager, she’ office manager, and I am just a sales representative. Ok, it’s a little petty of me to feel this way, she and I both make the same salary.

So here’s where the real fun starts. The two of them are constantly buddy/buddy. Stick with me on this. I am never included in the conversations, even when it’s about this place. I have no input on anything. For 2 years I have been the catch-all, fire putter-outer, and “sales representative” (Yes, I found out that she ordered the cards to say what they say). I talked to my corporate boss a few weeks back and asked if I could be credited for my own sales and he said he would set it up. He did, for all of one day when I wrote up new customers and sales there was my name, I felt like I finally was recognized here and to corporate. One day. My sales manager found out, obviously through her, because as the cashier she sees who wrote up the sale.  The next day my name no longer appeared on the list. I didn’t see it as a pissing contest, but he did. I guess he blew up on the corp manager about it. Rumor is he gets a small commission for every sale in his name, can’t prove it, but it’s as plain as the nose on your face. Obviously, by me taking credit for my sales, he was losing his kickback and yearly plaque for sales.

You see, I write my sales and for the most part his. Oh, he does the small-town hick stuff for the customers he gets and then sends them my way. Every single sale here is made out threw his name. 

Let’s just get to the shit part. Every day when he’s not puttering around he’s watching something online. She is watching something on her cell or doing a bunch of personal crap. She answers incoming calls, but mostly forwards the calls to me so they can have their daily chats. When she does answer she “cherry picks” the “understandable” callers to send to him or Low and Behold herself because somehow she is a saleswoman too. It says that on the newly ordered cards. Saleswoman/Office Manager. I’m still a sales representative… So, every “hard to understand” and the majority of all calls are sent to me, while she’s too busy with shows or personal stuff and he can’t be bothered. All I wanted to do was have my name on the sales, petty and selfish, YEAH.

Now as I said, she is in charge of DMV title work for the sales and has f#$ked it up on several occasions. Who fixes it and is mostly blamed? That’s right, me. I take the angry calls from the customers and the NY DMV. I have to search through mounds of paperwork. A recent example is getting plates to assign to trailers. She waited until we were 1/2 through our last box, essentially 25 plates left, to order more. It came back denied due to outstanding plates and interstate plates missing. Can you guess who caught shit about it? That’s right, I took a 5-minute browbeating from him and the usual, “I did it right” from her. I had better make this right… So 2 banker boxes and 1 file cabinet later, with zero help from the “title clerk” I found the stuff. I contacted the sheriffs to account for the one I could not find and of course, when he showed up, they greeted him and sent him to me with the line, “I don’t know why he doesn’t keep track of things”. Plates that get assigned to the wrong trailer? My fault.  Oh, I also am to blame for any mistake on sales orders. Well Colby, you just said you write them all? The ones I write aren’t wrong, it’s the ones they mess up.

They never inform me of their sales, especially the ones that are not even delivered yet, so here I am, once more, being chided and told to call my guy and explain we don’t have his trailer after all. ” Keep this up, we are going to lose customers.”

Hmm. maybe the therapist is right, maybe it’s cognitive dissonance. Maybe my sad narcissistic mind is overthinking it. I guess much like my life outside of work is going it will have to be here too. The only place I have left to feel damaged by the divorce and loss. Head down and mouth shut the adults are talking.