Feb 22 2013

You put it on yourself!!

I worked for a bank as a mortgage loan underwriter/closer/processor/receptionist for 7 years. I took my job seriously, and frequently worked overtime. Another girl, who happened to be the boss’s best friend’s daughter, rose through the ranks of the bank quickly, becoming an AVP/Senior Underwriter/Closer in no time. She had seniority over me so it didn’t bother me so much, even though she was frequently out with headaches and other ailments. Then she got pregnant. She set her own hours, showed up for a few hours and left for the duration of her pregnancy. When she took a 5 month maternity leave, my boss did not hire anyone to cover for her; rather I was expected to do my job and hers. This required frequent overtime. I was stressed out, emotional, and very unhappy. Frequently I had difficulty breathing and also developed back and neck problems.

When my coworker (Kay) came back to work, she did so at 24 hours per week. Again I was working overtime to compensate for her reduced working hours, and again my boss did not hire another employee. Then I got pregnant. It was agreed when I returned to work that I would do so at 30 hours per week. Well, I tried to work 30 hours per week but my boss always asked to work more, which I did. Then Kay got pregnant again. I let my boss and Kay know that I could not cover another 5 month maternity leave, and that I could not put in overtime. Kay stated she would return to work after 3 months. My boss asked me to work 40 hour weeks to cover for Kay, which I agreed to, for 3 months only. Mind you, when my boss asked Kay to work full time while I was on maternity leave, she laughed in his face and said No way. So, Kay came in one day and announced she needed to take leave a month early, and produced a doctors note. My boss informed me my 40 hour weeks would be effective immediately. I worked overtime all summer to cover for Kay. Kay then did not return to work as planned, and extended her leave an additional month. I let my boss know that I was overwhelmed (volumes were through the roof, and everything was my job at the branch) and that I could not handle the workload. He had also hired another girl who was not working out. In the meantime, a NEW manager came in, and ripped the quality of my work. Mind you, I had received production awards for the prior two years, and rave reviews from my boss. I let my boss know a month before I was let go that I had agreed to work 30 hour weeks (my vacation time, sick time, benefits were all based on 30 hour work weeks despite the fact I averaged well over 30 hours each week) and that I would go back when Kay was originally supposed to come back. My boss informed me he would go to HR. On the Friday which was unbeknownst to me to be my last day, the new manager, Ashley, sat with me for three hours and informed me the central processors did not care for me, that we had gotten off on the wrong foot, but that I could “trust” her. Famous last words. My boss let me know he would “cry” if I quit, and that he was so sorry for how much he had put on me. I let them both know I was going back to my regularly scheduled hours.

The following week when I didn’t show up on Monday (which was not a regularly scheduled day for me), HR phoned and said nobody knew where I was. I explained the situation, and was told I put the extraordinary workload on myself, that it was all my fault, and that no one could believe I couldn’t help my team out. I asked what Kay’s hours would be when she returned to work, and was told it was none of my business, that it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with me. I was asked why I hadn’t worked that Monday, and I said I hadn’t been scheduled for Mondays for about a year and a half, that I was scheduled for 30 hour weeks. I was then asked how well I communicate with my boss, who we shall call Denny the D Bag. He had clearly sandbagged me with HR. I was then asked if I would work 40 hours, to which I said no. I asked if the HR manager had any clue how much of myself I had given the bank for 7 years, and again was told I did not know how to set boundaries and that I put things on myself. According to the new manager Ashley who did not know me for more than a week at least. Denny called me up next to tell me to turn my key in, and that they were accepting my resignation. Now Kay works her 30 hours, another gal from another office gets to work 30 hours, and they hired another full time person.

“I am so mad at myself for all the extra overtime, time away from my family, for all the energy and effort I gave them. In the end it meant NOTHING.”

Denny even had the gall to send me a “Happy Birthday” greeting after it happened. I didn’t respond. Hopefully it will turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to me, but I am incredibly resentful of the fact that Denny treated others so much better than me.

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This post was submitted by Rochelle.

Jul 22 2009

A Special Project? Laid Off When 7 Months Pregnant

I had been working with this company for over 4 years and was 7.5 months pregnant with my second child. I was supposed to be at an off-site meeting that day but was called at home and told to come into the office because they had a special project for me to work on. I came in and searched for my director, who successfully avoided me for 2 hours. I checked with everyone to see if they could provide me details on this project, but no one had any idea. Finally my name was called over the intercom and as I waddled up the steps I passed the receptionist. By the look on her face I knew what was coming.

Of course I was devastated and scared as no one was going to hire a woman in my state. But after a few days I began to enjoy my time off. I now realize how blessed I was to have such a long maternity leave. I did find a new job when my child was 8 months old. It truly was a blessing in disguise.

My advice to those who have lost their jobs unexpectedly, is to relax, take a deep breath, then dive in and do what you need to do. You never know where your path may lead.

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