I've used a reference to this character before of course back in 2006 when I felt I was unfairly being singled-out by my-then-nemesis Cheryl at Symantec.
Back then I had to placate. I had to stand down. I had to take it.
But a lot has happened between 2006 and 2012.
Susan had the audacity to send me an email notifying me that I was now in jeopardy of disciplinary action in the form of 3-days suspension without pay.
The Center has a policy about clocking-in which states, pretty much word-for-word, that an employee would be suspended for 3 days without pay if they accrue three infractions in a rolling 2-month period. These infractions are defined explicitly as clocking-in later than or earlier than 5 minutes of one's starting time.
Last week I admittedly was late by 7 minutes because I forgot that my schedule had been modified in order to accommodate June's PTO. I accept this is a legitimate infraction.
But Susan is counting a clock-in of mine two weeks earlier when I clocked in 8 minutes early in order to cover for June's lateness on that date. You see, June had called saying she'd be late around 10:30 pm, I didn't know she had called in late but, as usual, I had arrived more than 10 minutes early for my shift. So I chose to clock-in once the evening shift told me I was going to be alone for a while. A counting of the controlled meds needs to be done each shift change and since it was told to me that June wasn't going to be in until midnight I knew I'd have to count off with Phyllis in order for her to leave her shift on time.
So by this account, I'm up to 2 infractions within 30 days, well within the 2 rolling months of the policy. In the email it says if I have another infraction before April 8th, I'll be suspended.
I've answered her with a tersely worded reply, let me tell you. I even go so far as to presume to school her on the definition of "using one's judgement".
It's after 9:00. I'm sure she's read it. But I haven't seen a reply by email just yet.
It may be she's busy oiling that bloodied and chaffed leather cat-o-nine tails.
Do your best, bitch!
But you'll remember my name.
You WILL remember my name!
UPDATE: Her reply pointed out that the 2/8 infraction was NOT the night I clocked-in early but another night I'd forgotten about in which I was actually late because of traffic. She was not pleased with the "disrespectful tone" of my email. Needless to say I now have a cowed expression having been forced to eat crow pie.
I guess my name is Toby after all.