Hellhole Strikes Again

For the last month, I have been working as a menial wage-laborer in preparation for being re-promoted to being a supervisor. I took a huge pay cut, and was told from the very beginning that the supervisor job was mine and that me working was just a matter of paperwork and a bunch of union crap. Whatever. I've been busting my ass, running around like a nut, and doing a good job while I am stuck in the position I'm in. It's not like I'm biding my time and doing the bare minimum, because that's not who I am. When I do something, I do it right. Never mind that my paperwork was screwed up by some clerk and I have yet to get paid even after a month of working, never mind that I have been jerked around and told a dozen different stories about when I would be promoted...I do my job well.


Monday, I came back from a few days off (I had management approval to take the week off, and was told I'd be promoted the week I came back) to find that the job I was supposed to have was given away to some bald-headed teenaged guy. I didn't even hear this from management, I heard it from another hourly employee. Needless to say, I was upset, as that position was promised to me by the manager weeks ago.


The whole week, my boss blew smoke up my ass, telling me that he was waiting on my paperwork to sign off so I could be promoted. He played it off like it was no big deal, and that it was in fact a done deal. I waited, and waited. Thursday came, nothing.


Thursday night, for some reason, my boss was really riding my ass. He had me doing the work of 2 people, and it was a bit much for me. I was coming off of a week of bronchitis, and I've been really tired lately adjusting to the vampire schedule, and HELLO I'm a chubby chick, so running around like a nut is a bit rough for me in my already compromised respiratory state. I asked him to ease up on me a bit, and was very honest in telling him it was too much for me. He told me to suck it up. He was so callous about it that I actually left work in tears. And that is something I simply don't do.


I came in last night and he said that he wouldn't have me doing 2 jobs that evening because "he doesn't want me to get all upset again," since I'm apparently an hysterical female who needs to be handled. At the end of the night, he called me into the office to go over my supervisor paperwork, and he informed me that he would not be approving it at this time. Based on the incident the night before, he thinks I have a "bad attitude," that I am "unable to multitask," that I am "taking for granted that I was a supervisor previously," and that he "doesn't feel that I respect him." He said that he will review me again in 2 weeks, during which time I'm "just going to have to impress him."


I feel ill.


I don't kiss ass, that's not who I am. Everyone I've ever worked for in that company has had nothing but good things to say about me and my work. I had a glowing performance review just before I left, and was given the maximum raise. I was Supervisor of the Month for fuck's sake, yet this piece of shit eg0-laden powertripper thinks I am not ready to be a supervisor because I have no interest in standing around and listening to his stupid stories about his master's degree and his son and how he's a single father and wah wah wah. For 2 weeks, I am supposed to "impress" him, and all I want to do is punch him in the nuts.


I came home bawling. The husband wants to find the guy and beat the hell out of him. As attractive as that sounds, I know it would solve nothing. He also thinks that unless I can get this resolved with the powers that be (who were all on vacation this week) on Tuesday, that I should just quit.


I don't see how quitting is an option. I am jobless. My kids need the health insurance. I won't find another part-time job that offers benefits, so I'm looking at doing the normal 9-5 thing, which would take me out of the running for teaching jobs. I feel like I've worked too hard and put up with too much bullshit to give up on that. I don't have the luxury of telling pencildick to go fuck himself, I need the job.


I'm starting to cry again just thinking about going back there on Tuesday. Why can't anything just go smoothly? I'm sick of being told that I'm not good enough in EVERY FUCKING ASPECT OF MY LIFE. I'm sick of feeling like a failure.