I came back from a week's worth of vacation to two disturbing things at work:
- A voice mail box full of angry, angry customer messages, and
- A new hair color on my septuagenarian boss.
This first one was disturbing because I was told not to leave an out-of-office message on my voice mail that directed people to call my boss. He said he would just check my voice mails regularly and return those calls. That? Never happened. So I spent the entire morning going through voice-mail after voice-mail, compiling them into a list that I entitled "People you MUST call back". The capital letters must have worked because I heard him actually calling the people back. Go figure.
The second one was disturbing because his normally grey (gray?) hair was dyed a dark brown. A not very subtle brown. A deeply disturbing brown. I think 'Just For Men' was designed to cover up a little grey, not change someones entire hair color. But maybe I'm wrong.
In the past, I've always tried to be a good employee. I take pride in doing a good job. I am very much a team player. I enjoy positive feedback, so I work hard to make sure that I get that. Somehow though, that quality has not carried over to this job. Don't get me wrong, I get my work done, but I'm starting to realize I'm a jerk about it all. I reached a point this summer when I decided I didn't care about this job. I think that point was when I was flooded with angry phone calls and my boss didn't really seem to care that the villagers were about to show up with torches and pitchforks. If the boss doesn't care, why should I?
Since then, I pretty much do the minimum amount of work possible. I argue with my boss frequently over things I do not agree with. I let out loud, audible sighs when asked to do something that I think is unnecessary. I make my own hours, coming and going as I please. I seriously contemplated taking an on line defensive driving course during work hours because it would be more convenient than taking it at night. The jury is still out on that one.
All this to say, I'm not really proud of the worker I have become this summer. A lot of that has to do with it being just a summer job. However, I've been wondering lately what I would do if this was my full time job? Would I be treating it differently? Would I still be here if there was not an end date in sight? I used to always think that I could put up with any type of job. I figured I would always be able to find something redeeming that would make a bad job bearable, but now I'm not so sure. Usually that redeeming quality would be co-workers or atmosphere. Those two factors can make a horrible job seem not so horrible. But, as a former co-worker pointed out to me, I am pretty much my only co-worker this summer. And evidently I am not enough.
So with all that in mind, how do you guys think I should go about asking my boss for a bonus at the end of the summer? I think I rightly deserve one.