Last year, when it was annual employee appraisal time, the old GM assigned set of employees to each member of store management, and of course the stylists to me, and told us all to write the evaluations, then give them to him.
He then went through, downgraded almost all of the ratings, and told us to do them over again.
If someone was given an "above target" rating, he most likely changed it to "on target," because everything associates or stylists would do to go above and beyond target would probably be something they were supposed to do as part of their original job descriptions already, and if they were doing their jobs, they were "on target."
Now, he hasn't been at our store since before the holidays, because he got shipped out to another store to run it while the GM of that store was on maternity leave. Then the GM of another store quit, and he was permanently reassigned there.
So, he hasn't worked with me for like 6 months, has no idea what I've been doing with the salon or the staff, and doesn't pay attention while we're all on weekly district-wide conference calls, so even if we were discussing the disposition of the salon, he most likely wouldn't be following along and would thusly be ignorant of our salon achievements and challenges.
He got to write my appraisal, which was fairly sucktastic, which is also what I was expecting from him. And the new GM got to give it to me, as he had gone over it with the old GM a few weeks ago.
I'm completely baffled about a few things I was rated poorly for, but overall, I don't care what he scored me. I still got a raise (Woot, I'm extra rich now!), which at 2.9% isn't the greatest, but is still more money than I made yesterday. (Last year I got a 4.26% raise, with lower sales and productivity, and a different GM rating me...)
So, somehow I guess I find the appropriate ending to this day is that immediately after I went both 1 & 2, the blue toilet tank tablet that was added to my living situation earlier this week by building maintenance decided to deposit itself immediately underneath the stopper in the tank, forcing the toilet to overflow all over my bathroom floor.
And the bottom couple of inches of my pants.
And my slippers.
And the rug.
Etc.
Of course, it wouldn't stop flowing, and the closest scooping device to lower the water level in the bowl enough so that I could use the plunger without worsening the situation, just happened to be my hands.
How appropriate that I finish my day by scooping yellow water out of a toilet bowl and into the bathtub, plunging vigorously, knocking my hairbrush into the toilet tank while I fiddled around with the blue thing and the stopper, and then wound it all up by spending a half hour crouching on the bathroom floor with cleanser, rags and a dustpan, cleaning up a disgusting mess.
On the plus side, my bathroom floor is very clean, and I make 2.9% more now that I did before.
Which just makes it all worthwhile.
And other than being annoyed and a little amused, today was fine. No crying, no whining, no pouting. Better living through legal chemistry rocks.
P.S. Princess Stinkerbell came in to the salon today to get her hair colored and cut, and her eyebrows rescued from whatever evils had been perpetrated upon them by some hack in the recent past. It was a nice surprise, both the getting to see her and hang out, and the getting to do her hair again.
He then went through, downgraded almost all of the ratings, and told us to do them over again.
If someone was given an "above target" rating, he most likely changed it to "on target," because everything associates or stylists would do to go above and beyond target would probably be something they were supposed to do as part of their original job descriptions already, and if they were doing their jobs, they were "on target."
Now, he hasn't been at our store since before the holidays, because he got shipped out to another store to run it while the GM of that store was on maternity leave. Then the GM of another store quit, and he was permanently reassigned there.
So, he hasn't worked with me for like 6 months, has no idea what I've been doing with the salon or the staff, and doesn't pay attention while we're all on weekly district-wide conference calls, so even if we were discussing the disposition of the salon, he most likely wouldn't be following along and would thusly be ignorant of our salon achievements and challenges.
He got to write my appraisal, which was fairly sucktastic, which is also what I was expecting from him. And the new GM got to give it to me, as he had gone over it with the old GM a few weeks ago.
I'm completely baffled about a few things I was rated poorly for, but overall, I don't care what he scored me. I still got a raise (Woot, I'm extra rich now!), which at 2.9% isn't the greatest, but is still more money than I made yesterday. (Last year I got a 4.26% raise, with lower sales and productivity, and a different GM rating me...)
So, somehow I guess I find the appropriate ending to this day is that immediately after I went both 1 & 2, the blue toilet tank tablet that was added to my living situation earlier this week by building maintenance decided to deposit itself immediately underneath the stopper in the tank, forcing the toilet to overflow all over my bathroom floor.
And the bottom couple of inches of my pants.
And my slippers.
And the rug.
Etc.
Of course, it wouldn't stop flowing, and the closest scooping device to lower the water level in the bowl enough so that I could use the plunger without worsening the situation, just happened to be my hands.
How appropriate that I finish my day by scooping yellow water out of a toilet bowl and into the bathtub, plunging vigorously, knocking my hairbrush into the toilet tank while I fiddled around with the blue thing and the stopper, and then wound it all up by spending a half hour crouching on the bathroom floor with cleanser, rags and a dustpan, cleaning up a disgusting mess.
On the plus side, my bathroom floor is very clean, and I make 2.9% more now that I did before.
Which just makes it all worthwhile.
And other than being annoyed and a little amused, today was fine. No crying, no whining, no pouting. Better living through legal chemistry rocks.
P.S. Princess Stinkerbell came in to the salon today to get her hair colored and cut, and her eyebrows rescued from whatever evils had been perpetrated upon them by some hack in the recent past. It was a nice surprise, both the getting to see her and hang out, and the getting to do her hair again.
4 comments:
Hey, I got the perfume today! Those little bottles are so cute. Thanks! <3
Ps. How am I a mercenary?
Okay, you're not so much a mercenary as you are mercenary. Which means greedy.
And, as an aside, I heard my shuffle when they played it, and I didn't sound as whiny as I expected.
Then today, I found out the limited edition RHCP iPod is the 30 gb video model. Which means I rock even harder.
Also, I pulled out my last two appraisals, and the first one from 04, written by the District Manager of Chicago North, was rated "good."
Last year's, which I believe was written by the District Manager of Chicago West, rated me "very good."
This year's, courtesy of Tweak? "Below Target," somewhere between "Not So Very Awesome" and "You Totally Suck."
Your new manager is a dork.
Just sayin'.
Post a Comment