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Lessons in real life

This past Sunday I received a phone call from the supermarket where the lad works. The person on the other end of the line said that the lad was late for work and hoped everything was okay. I told her that the lad was in transit somewhere between New York City and here. He had arranged to have the weekend off over a week ago. The person on the other end of the line said, “Well, I don’t have any record of the change in schedule.” Which I thought was peculiar since the lad had expressely asked me to take him over so he could change his schedule. And I did. This is, actually, the second weekend in a row that this has happened.

Turns out that his supervisor has a memory like a sieve. He tells her of the needed schedule change, she says it’s fine, she will make the notation, and everyone is happy. Until the lad discovers that the supervisor forgot to make any changes. Of course, since this is her primary job, she’s not willing to admit that she messed up.

Instead, she told him, she wouldn’t write him up this time. Big favor, dontcha know. But she still has those two little check marks next to his name, indicating two no-show infractions. He pointed out that he’d spoken with her both times about changing his schedule and she had agreed and said she’d let the office know. She said, “I don’t remember.”

I have a feeling she does. But that’s ‘office’ politics and CYA for you. And, to a degree, I even understand why she has to CHA.

So, the question is, how to work around the supervisor’s memory problem. Should he give her his schedule changes in writing? Should he go over her head, directly to the personnel office? I’m not sure. The important thing is handle it diplomatically and not make an enemy of the supervisor. Otherwise, the lad will find himself with fewer and fewer hours to work. And probably a degree of animosity from the supervisor.

As I told him..."this is the way the real world works, sweetie. Learn how to deal with it now. It will hold you in good stead later.”

But it’s still not right.

Posted on 12/02/04 at 06:56 PM
 




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