We would like to honor Sane Manager With the coveted Retail Balls Award, and wish her all of Thrognar's Blessings in getting a better job for her brave support of Slave Factory K.
From: Slave Factory K
You have no idea how much this site means to me as I have been stuck in retail from 15 in high school to my present day in college working on a bachelor's degree. It's good to know I'm not the only one with horror stories or dealings with all this carp for minimum wage until I graduate or suck up to get in the door of a better company.
My name is Slave Factory K, and I've been with slave factory for 5 years. Each year I try to make my escape.
I work at the slave factory chain where are clothes are sold cheap, made cheap, and our employees are treated like they're cheap.
Since the 2nd to the last week of January our a.c. system has been broken. It's a cheap obsolete system that needed to be changed out 4 years ago, but corporate said to shove it. So it brings us to the day before Valentine's day where our store is sweltering hot ( we live in the south go figure) and you can smell everybody, the pee and poo stained fitting rooms, and to top it all off we are closing with 3 people: my manager (sane one), one floor associate (aunty) , and baby depot lady (DL).
I was fortunate enough to get off at 6:30 after coming in at 9 a.m. I smell, I 'm hungry, and I need to cool down, but low and behold Sane Manager has to finish corporate's "empowerment projects" lest she get fired. So she cannot run my register, Aunty has to stay on the floor to get price checks and layaway, and DL has to stay at customer service to do layaways, returns, and check out. Now I really am a team player, and I respect t my coworkers and tell my sane manager I'm willing to stay until closing to help move the line along.
She thanks me profusely because a) no one else was scheduled, b) those who were failed to show up (they had excuses, and I know from Facebook they were lying), and c) no one else that she called wanted to come in or stay.
Our uniform is a black shirt and Khaki pants so you can imagine how sweaty and smelly I must be, while my customers don't smell great either, and decided to pull out all the stops on picking me apart. I understand that our store is located by the projects, but these people are some of the most racist, narcissist, self-entitled ass people I have the displeasure to meet.
I was ringing up a woman with 34 items; they all had censors and additional tags; when a crusty 3 people away starts ranting about how I, a 'skanky white ass bitch,' doesn't know what I'm doing. That if my store wasn't so darn racist that we would've hired ( insert name here) and I'm slow on purpose.
First off, I'm Japanese bitch, and the racist is you for assuming I'm white or just combining with another race because we don't matter in your eyes.
I really wanted to pull her to DL's line, but I couldn't because she's doing a complicated return and my boss is nowhere to be seen.
So I finally get to my racist crusty who makes a show of how hot it is, she's dying and uncomfortable, and I need to get my self important white ass up there and turn off the heat. To which I reply for the 39th time in line we do not have a heater in this store; it's just our a.c. is broken. To which she claims I'm being a smart ass, and she wants to speak to a manager for her woes.
I say, "Okay let me pull you to the side so I can take other crustys. My manager will be here shortly."
Her reply was to say that she will not be moved aside like a second class citizen. She's a fucking African American, and she will be served now.
By now DL is the only one with a radio to get my manager and is nice enough to call her while this piss fest goes on.
Sane manager: "How can I help you?"
Bitch: Finally another black woman! This skanky White Bitch has been nothing but rude and I demand a discount on these 59.99 shoes and 40% on my purchase. She even charged me twice for this track suit for my son and he's gots to have this for his football career. I can't be wasting my time paying double cuz of some money grubbing White Bitch!
Bitch: That Bitch didn't say shit being all white and condescending. *starts texting on her phone*
SM: You might have if you shut your mouth long enough to listen. I don't appreciate the way you talked to Slave K. She volunteered to stay for your convenience in these conditions. She has been overworked and if I had the power I'd give her a raise for what she just went through. It's people like you who give black people a bad name. Now you have 2 choices: you can pay for your stuff without any discounts and never come in here again, or you can leave now and never come here again. Either way you will not come in this store and harass my workers ever again.
Bitch: Fuck you I'm calling corporate on all your asses!
SM: Go ahead. Here's the number.
Bitch: I will and then I'm blasting your shit on my Twitter and Facebook you wanna be White Bitch!
So she left after she tried to pay for her items. $340 worth of lingerie and a track suit for a nine year old boy with a credit card that declined, along with the other 4 she had with her. Ended up leaving everything because we are "out to get her," and she will be back.
After that display of humanity I decided I needed a break and SM takes over for a 15. I get the line down eventually, and we all go home sweaty and drained. But it gets better.
After this incident Sane Manager was indeed fired, and I was also put under watch as a racist.
Regardless of my coworkers testimonies on my behalf, I now have to take a class and cut my hours.
The only thing that makes this more bitter, is with all the crusty complaints we got that corporate loaned us some temporary fans to place throughout the store to cool it down until they fix in March. This my friends, is how we lose good management.
--Slave Factory K