I found out Saturday night that my dad died in October. It's kind of thrown me for a loop.
I had just started making calls at work, last week. I'd done it for one day, only to find out that the whole lead sheet was completely mismatched, which meant I would burn any lead I called.
This was something my boss gave me, and was his responsibility to figure out. I only figured it out toward the end of the day, by looking into minor details and matching emails to names other than what was listed with them.
Yesterday I came in, told my boss my dad died, said I was good to stay, but he said I should go home. Continued to insist I shouldn't be there after learning that. And I only had so much in me to push back. So I ended up going home.
Today I came in, and got right to work. But I was having a little trouble getting into the groove of it.
Stupidly, I asked my employer what I was working with as far as leeway from my dad dying. He said if I wasn't able to “smile and dial” we would need to “part ways.”
I had an appointment he knew of, around 10 am. I came back and did the whole “smile and dial” thing, which he even heard me do.
He asked me to come to his office, and told me “Something's up.” Because I wasn't “meeting the numbers.” Keep in mind, this is only my second day on the phone, with the first one being completely wrong numbers for the majority of the day.
He said I'd come in late. But I come in on the dot every day, which just confused me. Maybe there was 1 or 2 days where I was a minute off the dot????
He said I took 45 minute lunches, which is beyond confusing, because I didn't?!?!?!
Of course now, typing this, I'm realizing before this he spoke in hushed tones to this one older lady who had been there a while. She'd taken offense when I went to get coffee while she was bogarting the break room to read on her lunch; slamming her book, and yanking open the fridge, and a ton of other big passive-aggressive movements. She was the one who I didn't realize was responsible for the big yellow pee drop and 2 long pubes on the toilet seat, when I said it was repugnant. She was the one who tried to tell me I should change where I was parked, despite people parking there before (including me), to which I answered “I can't right now,” Because I honestly had too much crap to deal with, to add parking my car to her satisfaction to my list. She was the one who tried to scold me for dressing too formally my first day.
I should have known, when I realized she reminded me of my mother. My mother's insane, entitled, and insanely entitled.
But yeah, long story short “not meeting the numbers” within the parameters I had, so 2 days to do what was expected in 4, and the weekend and my dad dying in between, and it was
“I can't keep you around, if you're not meeting these numbers.”
So my dad's dead. I'm unemployed. And I will likely soon be homeless in December.
Fucking yippee.