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I felt sick this afternoon. Physically sick over work. And the thought that I've been reduced to being physically sick over my job makes me even sicker.
The woman who co-owns the company with her ex-husband has decided that she wants to hire her 20-year-old daughter to take my position over when I moved upstairs to take over the AP Manager positon. Let's break this down for you: (sorry if you don't speak construction)
What I do now: answer phones, greet visitors, contract filing, line spots, mailings, permits, lane drops, insurance certificates, timesheets, certified payroll, maintain the company website, write contracts, write subcontracts, write purchase orders, give verbal approval for purchase order via phone, hire all employees, bid documents, maintain CDL driver records, previous employment checks, notify eligible employees of health insurance and 401K open enrollment, stuff payroll checks, order all office supplies, organize all office parties.
What the AP position will require me to do: code and enter all invoices (including materials for the jobs) every day, print checks twice a month, account recs, fuel usage tracking (which is a bitch), maintain all company credit cards and cell phones, deposit all checks in the bank.
What the boss' daughter will be doing: answer phones, greet visitors, contract filing, timesheets, certified payroll, insurance certificates, mailings.
The remainder of that first monster list? The ones in bold? Still my responsibility. Boss says she doesn't trust her daughter to take care of sensitive tasks like line spots and such. And her daughter is such a vapid piece of work that there is no way in hell that I'll be able to teach her how to do things like contracts, subcontracts, purchase orders, bid documents, new hire paperwork, etc.
Okay, fine. This is fine. I can do this. I know how to do all of my current tasks well. I can still do them along with the new duties. Until I find out that boss' daughter has classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings. She won't be in the office until 2pm. What the FUCK is the point of coming in the office then? So now the payroll girl and I get to answer the phone and greet visitors on those three mornings. As if it wasn't overwhelming at first, this comes along.
I was sick to my stomach by the time I got home. After ranting about it to anyone who would listen, I finally decided that I'd just go with it. I'll try the new arrangement (which begins on the 12th of September) and see how it goes. The minute that I feel overwhelmed and stressed out, I'm going to the boss. She thinks of me as someone who is honest and up-front about my likes/dislikes, so I plan on meeting those expectations and telling her that this new arrangement is not going to fly. Payroll girl is just as upset as I am. If she's dead set on hiring her daugther (which I see as completely unprofessional), then the least she could do is put the girl in a filing clerk position and hire a full time secretary for the front desk. I may stick to my guns on that idea if push comes to shove and I become overworked.
I appreciate the respect and trust she puts in me. Really, I do. There is so much that passes through that office that only I know how to do. Over the years I've taken on responsibilities and duties because I had nothing else to do. It is coming back to bite me in the ass now.
Oh, and a side note. I'm not the easiest person to get along with, nor the most difficult. The daughter is one of those girls from Laguna Beach. Not literally, but you know what I mean. Rich, spoiled, used to getting her way, never had to work for much at all, wrapped up in boys and clothes. Take all of that and flip it - take the opposite. That's me. She cries if her mother won't buy her a pair of $300 designer jeans. My wardrobe probably isn't worth that much money because clothes are boring. (Nekkid, baby!) I can't be in the presence of people like her without finding myself saying scathing, mean things. I fear I'm going to make her cry. Boss says that I should make the daughter work and if she's not, then I should force her to do so. Right... This is just a bad situation. Payroll girl and I are going to go on strike.
The woman who co-owns the company with her ex-husband has decided that she wants to hire her 20-year-old daughter to take my position over when I moved upstairs to take over the AP Manager positon. Let's break this down for you: (sorry if you don't speak construction)
What I do now: answer phones, greet visitors, contract filing, line spots, mailings, permits, lane drops, insurance certificates, timesheets, certified payroll, maintain the company website, write contracts, write subcontracts, write purchase orders, give verbal approval for purchase order via phone, hire all employees, bid documents, maintain CDL driver records, previous employment checks, notify eligible employees of health insurance and 401K open enrollment, stuff payroll checks, order all office supplies, organize all office parties.
What the AP position will require me to do: code and enter all invoices (including materials for the jobs) every day, print checks twice a month, account recs, fuel usage tracking (which is a bitch), maintain all company credit cards and cell phones, deposit all checks in the bank.
What the boss' daughter will be doing: answer phones, greet visitors, contract filing, timesheets, certified payroll, insurance certificates, mailings.
The remainder of that first monster list? The ones in bold? Still my responsibility. Boss says she doesn't trust her daughter to take care of sensitive tasks like line spots and such. And her daughter is such a vapid piece of work that there is no way in hell that I'll be able to teach her how to do things like contracts, subcontracts, purchase orders, bid documents, new hire paperwork, etc.
Okay, fine. This is fine. I can do this. I know how to do all of my current tasks well. I can still do them along with the new duties. Until I find out that boss' daughter has classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings. She won't be in the office until 2pm. What the FUCK is the point of coming in the office then? So now the payroll girl and I get to answer the phone and greet visitors on those three mornings. As if it wasn't overwhelming at first, this comes along.
I was sick to my stomach by the time I got home. After ranting about it to anyone who would listen, I finally decided that I'd just go with it. I'll try the new arrangement (which begins on the 12th of September) and see how it goes. The minute that I feel overwhelmed and stressed out, I'm going to the boss. She thinks of me as someone who is honest and up-front about my likes/dislikes, so I plan on meeting those expectations and telling her that this new arrangement is not going to fly. Payroll girl is just as upset as I am. If she's dead set on hiring her daugther (which I see as completely unprofessional), then the least she could do is put the girl in a filing clerk position and hire a full time secretary for the front desk. I may stick to my guns on that idea if push comes to shove and I become overworked.
I appreciate the respect and trust she puts in me. Really, I do. There is so much that passes through that office that only I know how to do. Over the years I've taken on responsibilities and duties because I had nothing else to do. It is coming back to bite me in the ass now.
Oh, and a side note. I'm not the easiest person to get along with, nor the most difficult. The daughter is one of those girls from Laguna Beach. Not literally, but you know what I mean. Rich, spoiled, used to getting her way, never had to work for much at all, wrapped up in boys and clothes. Take all of that and flip it - take the opposite. That's me. She cries if her mother won't buy her a pair of $300 designer jeans. My wardrobe probably isn't worth that much money because clothes are boring. (Nekkid, baby!) I can't be in the presence of people like her without finding myself saying scathing, mean things. I fear I'm going to make her cry. Boss says that I should make the daughter work and if she's not, then I should force her to do so. Right... This is just a bad situation. Payroll girl and I are going to go on strike.
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