I work about 44 hours a week, open and close the office and take care of all that is necessary to run a small office. You'd think I'd go home feeling stress-free, what with only three people in the office including myself. Nope. My boss counts as 3 people.
Yesterday the man handed me a set of rolled up plans and asked me to have 3 sets printed, telling me who they were to go to in the morning. A pick up was made, the plans were dropped back off and while he was out of the office I rolled them into their sets and labeled them for the individuals picking them up.
This morning I get in early and this is the conversation:
Boss: Jill??! JILL??! (Our office is small, there is no need to holler.)
Me: Yes? (First thing in the morning I'm forced to cop an attitude.)
Boss: What are these?
Me: (In other room) What are WHAT?
I walk into the conference room. He's unrolling all the sets I've done just yesterday for him. Papers are falling off onto the floor, I can't tell which plans belong to which set anymore. I want to cry. Instead I cop more attitude.
Me: What are you doing?? Those were bound & labeled the way you wanted.
Boss: This is wrong. This isn't Project A.
Me: Yes it is. It says it right there on the plans.
He's shaking his head at this point.
Boss: No its not. These aren't the plans I wanted printed.
He looks at me like its my fault.
Me: I printed the plans that you handed to me. Remember yesterday? You put them in front of me and said "Print these".
He's still shaking his head. He then tells me I need to tune in more to what he's working on so I'll know. I tell him I am tuned in but how am I supposed to know that the plans he said he wanted me to print were in fact not really the plans he wanted printed at all? I told him I couldn't read minds.
I'm so freaking tense as I type this. J called me a minute ago and as I was sharing my incident with him I could hear my voice become strained. My shoulder muscles had tightened up.
This is a three person office and I feel this way. There really isn't that much going on but these incidents can put us back. It feels like it did when I used to work 60 hours a week planning conferences and managing associations. This job should be stress free.
J has given me some advice on confronting him, says that just because he's the boss doesn't mean he shouldn't be spoken to about issues that are disrupting the office (and my sanity). Please, if you have any advice on this matter, ridiculous or serious, I want to hear. Please share.