yeah, my job severely depresses me.
Makes me wish McDonalds had a zoloft milkshake or something.
other than the usual zero tolerance bullshit, where every time there is a seemingly insignificant problem it is as though the world has ended and the sky is falling, i now have to babysit more or less.

I supervise a small group of folks, two part time janitors and one other worker, who has been employed there for 15 years. My biggest bitch is attendance, he is routinely late, takes 1 hour and 45 minute lunches at leas 3 days a week, then the other 2 days he takes hour and a half lunches. prior to taking lunches he plays hide and seek, and after lunches he text's the remainder of his shift away.

today he left promptly at noon (the only thing he does promptly, other than leave at 3) and came back somewhere on or about 1:45. Rather than telling me he's back, which is something I have asked him to do so I don't have to track him down and or call him to see if he's back, he goes off in a busy are and texts for 30 minutes. all this time I was having problem after problem after problem, hell on earth as usual with my job. I did not find this out till 2:15, and I found out because 2 people had directly asked him to come fix things and he said in a minute and continued to text. I fixed the necessary things for the workers and left for lunch.

he leaves at 3 regardless, without a care in the world. this cut my lunch down to a max 45 minutes. i hate having an hour lunch but i have gotten accustomed to riding my bike on the river walk trail to potters park, it's a 9.3 mile back and forth trek but it gets me out and clears my head. this 45 minute crap killed it so i took half an hour. the one thing I look forward to was robbed from me by some lackadaisical slacker that has been getting away with it for the larger part of his career. well, job. this isn't a place where careers are made.

a while back I brought this up to the owner. He asked the then current HR person (2 HR professionals, a temp and an intern ago, all in less than a year) to print up his punches for the last month, highlighting the times he was more than 5 minutes late, and circling lunches over an hour. she handed him a paper tha looks like it had been attacked by mrs. johnsons preschool class with a marker and a ball point pen. "i'll deal with this, I have been for 15 years" was where it stopped. by stopped I mean nothing getting done and i was told this to shut me up and keep the shitty situation shitty.
I get a paid vacation may 14th, my first paid vacation ever. I'm hoping I get a call for other work before I am eligible, if not i'll turn off my phone and stay the hell to home.