How in the world can they ask this of me?

I’m going back on overnights the last part of this week to cover a vacation. The person who was supposed to be covering the vacation is out on leave. Again. No, it isn’t Mego, it’s Five ‘O Clock Somewhere. She actually came back to work last week, but she’s out again.

The new Senior Manager started to broach the subject with me when I told her I knew what she wanted, and I had figured it out as soon as I got the phone call from Five. I mentioned that I was surprised it took all day for her to say something. She said Facility Manager was waiting for me to "Step Up" and volunteer, and she could carefully word her e-mail explaining the schedule changes to make it seem like I did.

Oh My God! Why in the name of everything that is Holy would they *expect* me to volunteer for that? The thirteen or so months I spent overnight were the absolute worst experience I ever had. For the love of God people, the dose on my anti-depressant was DOUBLED for crying out loud. I was in therapy for five months! And they wanted me to "step up". Go to hell people.

So my schedule was changed at the very last minute, leaving me with Sunday and Tuesday off instead of the original Wednesday/Thursday, screwing me out of my consecutive days off which I like so much. Also, AmandaC has to work on Tuesday and Critter will be spending the day with OtherGuy since it’s his day off too, so no fun with friends this week.

I was having to show the new Senior Manager how to do something on the company intranet and I was a bit nervous about it since I don’t know her very well, and she went off about how it was OK to teach a Senior Manager something, and that *if* I ever became a Senior Manager I would learn I didn’t know everything because she learned very quickly she didn’t know everything when she walked in our store. Two things there: number one, I would *never* presume that I knew everything, I might not know exactly what I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s out there. Second, the whole *if* I ever become a Senior Manager. I guess I know what she thinks of my current performance then.

The day she got back from her vacation she asked if I had done a particular thing, and I had forgotten about it. I told her I had forgotten about it. She went off. Told me she let me get away with things she doesn’t let her twelve-year-old get away with. Of all the things I was supposed to do for her while she was gone that was the only one I didn’t do and all hell broke loose. She told me my hourly managers were doing my job for me. She said the people who worked for me didn’t know who I was because I was never up there. That’s kind of funny since I just had a conversation with some of my folks Saturday night, and they were telling me I was one of the best managers they’d had in a long time because I actually spent time with them and talked to them, but I didn’t try to micromanage the area and do everything myself. WTF?

I am so sick of my damn job.