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Ah yes, there it is
Aug. 26th, 2006 09:42 pmIt was bound to happen eventually, it was only a matter of time. I finally had a complete meltdown today. At least I was able to contain most of it until I got home.
I got to work at 8:00 this morning, after not getting much sleep last night (stupid on our part, we were hanging out with our neighbors), and found that one of the dealerships' phones was transferred to ours. Our store is part of an automotive group that owns 3 stores in the auto square, along with 3 others out in another city (Victorville for the locals), so we can transfer our phones to each other, page other stores, etc. But I digress.
The girl who works mornings at the Acura store was sick, so I had to answer Acura's phone all day. That place can get crazy busy, so I was getting swamped with calls from them, along with the Dodge dealership where I work. The customers were rude, and it was generally putting me in a really bad mood. But I tried to make the best of it, because the afternoon receptionist would be in at 3:00. Wrong.
Right before 3:00, the afternoon Acura receptionist calls to say that she's sick too, and won't be coming to work. At that point, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I hate answering their phones because I don't anyone who works there, so I can't tell customers if a particular person is working or not, and then they get mad at me. I tried to keep my composure, but one of the sales guys saw me start, and then he asked me what was wrong. The hysterics started coming, and I was hiccuping because I was trying so hard not to cry. I told him that I was just really tired, I've been working 22 days straight, blah blah blah. I went into the bathroom to calm down, but I looked like a wreck. I'm a really ugly crier, my face gets all red, and my eyes get really bloodshot, so I had to hide. I came out of the bathroom and still looked like crap, but I got on the phone with Acura to confirm that the afternoon girl wasn't coming to work. Then I went home for lunch.
Steve was sleeping when I got home because he had to work in the morning, so I walked into the bedroom to say hi to him, and kissed him on the forehead. I lied down on the bed, and at that point, I just absolutely lost it. I started crying uncontrollably, and loudly too. Steve immediately asked what was wrong, and then he said that I needed to take a day off. He was trying to get me to not go back to work, but I couldn't do that to the poor girl who works at the Mazda dealership, because she was the only one who could pick up the slack and I didn't want her having to answer 3 dealerships' phones.
After I stopped crying, Steve insisted that I put in my two-week notice on Monday, and quit working there. I have some concerns about this, but he was really firm about it, and told me that I need to trust him. He says that he's been waiting to tell me that I don't have to work there anymore, and my meltdown seemed the perfect time to do so. He also said that we'll be absolutely fine financially, and that he wants his wife back. Awwww.
I would love to have my weekends back, and it would be so nice to have one less job to worry about. I just feel badly because the other weekend lady just quit a few weeks ago, and I had kind of made a commitment to stay there for a while. At this point though, I think it will be the best thing for me to leave there. Plus, that puts us in a lower tax bracket, so we would pay less taxes. That's a nice little benefit.
I got to work at 8:00 this morning, after not getting much sleep last night (stupid on our part, we were hanging out with our neighbors), and found that one of the dealerships' phones was transferred to ours. Our store is part of an automotive group that owns 3 stores in the auto square, along with 3 others out in another city (Victorville for the locals), so we can transfer our phones to each other, page other stores, etc. But I digress.
The girl who works mornings at the Acura store was sick, so I had to answer Acura's phone all day. That place can get crazy busy, so I was getting swamped with calls from them, along with the Dodge dealership where I work. The customers were rude, and it was generally putting me in a really bad mood. But I tried to make the best of it, because the afternoon receptionist would be in at 3:00. Wrong.
Right before 3:00, the afternoon Acura receptionist calls to say that she's sick too, and won't be coming to work. At that point, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I hate answering their phones because I don't anyone who works there, so I can't tell customers if a particular person is working or not, and then they get mad at me. I tried to keep my composure, but one of the sales guys saw me start, and then he asked me what was wrong. The hysterics started coming, and I was hiccuping because I was trying so hard not to cry. I told him that I was just really tired, I've been working 22 days straight, blah blah blah. I went into the bathroom to calm down, but I looked like a wreck. I'm a really ugly crier, my face gets all red, and my eyes get really bloodshot, so I had to hide. I came out of the bathroom and still looked like crap, but I got on the phone with Acura to confirm that the afternoon girl wasn't coming to work. Then I went home for lunch.
Steve was sleeping when I got home because he had to work in the morning, so I walked into the bedroom to say hi to him, and kissed him on the forehead. I lied down on the bed, and at that point, I just absolutely lost it. I started crying uncontrollably, and loudly too. Steve immediately asked what was wrong, and then he said that I needed to take a day off. He was trying to get me to not go back to work, but I couldn't do that to the poor girl who works at the Mazda dealership, because she was the only one who could pick up the slack and I didn't want her having to answer 3 dealerships' phones.
After I stopped crying, Steve insisted that I put in my two-week notice on Monday, and quit working there. I have some concerns about this, but he was really firm about it, and told me that I need to trust him. He says that he's been waiting to tell me that I don't have to work there anymore, and my meltdown seemed the perfect time to do so. He also said that we'll be absolutely fine financially, and that he wants his wife back. Awwww.
I would love to have my weekends back, and it would be so nice to have one less job to worry about. I just feel badly because the other weekend lady just quit a few weeks ago, and I had kind of made a commitment to stay there for a while. At this point though, I think it will be the best thing for me to leave there. Plus, that puts us in a lower tax bracket, so we would pay less taxes. That's a nice little benefit.
