I work at a large electronics store, so you can imagine Black Friday was going to be a bit insane - at least for a few hours out the gate and again around 2-5pm.
I was scheduled the morning shift on Thursday to help setup all the gaming displays and extra tables for sales. I was also given a split shift for Black Friday which included opening, and the closing of the store. I didn't care so much about opening, but closing after a Black Friday shit storm - especially having worked on Thursday morning to setup - really pissed me off. Besides the fact that myself and one other employee were the only ones scheduled over 15 hours on Black Friday - I was more pissed off at the fact that they essentially expected me to clean the entire department and the store room (specifically for gaming stuff since we're downstocking those items so often) by myself.
One of the managers, couldn't tell which one, also threatened employees who were closing that no one leaves until the store is spotless over the loud speakers. Well I wasn't fucking having that. I worked almost 30 hours in a span of 48, I did more work then any manager/supervisor in the gaming area (the most mobbed and crazy area come Black Friday at this particular store - besides Home Theatre), and again - I was forced to setup/open/close. So no, nameless manager over the speaker, I'm not havin' that.
I wouldn't have been that mad had it been time and a half, or overtime pay, or fucking something. But nope. Everyone else either worked a double shift straight (which are way better then split shifts), or left at 8pm just before we closed so they didn't have to help clean/organize, and all that.
Anyway, 11:00 comes around. I've already stayed 30 minutes longer than I should have. The store has now been closed for close to 2 hours. The Home Theatre department literally vacuumed, and left. Just straight up left. No one said shit.
I'm by myself, getting some help from a buddy here and there because he has his own shit to do, basically losing my mind. Oh, did I mention that I wasn't given any directions as to what was expected of me at closing? Do I take down all the displays? Do I down-stock? Do I re-tag the entire section for normal prices since they were all tagged with updated Black Friday prices? Nothing. So I said, fuck it, and walked to the entrance to have my coat checked and leave.
A manager stops me as I'm getting my coat checked. The warehouse manager mind you, not even one that directly supervises me on a daily basis. We'll just call him John.
John - "Where do you think your going?"
Me - "I'm sorry?"
John - "The store is in shambles, you aren't leaving until every display is taken down and all the extra merchandise is put back in the warehouse! We also have a ton of returns to do!"
Me - (I literally have no patience at all. My nerves are shot, my feet are exploding with pain, I've barely eaten all day, and of course I'm tired as hell) "Honestly John, I couldn't give a shit. I've been here over 16 hours today. I make the least of anyone in our department because I'm the newest employee. I was given no direction from my managers, which don't include you, as to what to do with those displays. Those idiots at customer service haven't even sorted the returns by departments, and I'm not about to sift through all that nonsense. So unless you want to make me a manager here on the spot and pay me what you make for the last 30 fucking hours of work, you can shut up because I'm not staying here for one more god damn minute."
John - "xWhackoJacko, STOREMANAGER will be hearing about this!"
While he's doing that I'm prying open the automatic doors with my hands - which are shaking because I've never really exploded on a "superior" like that.
Me - "Good. Go ahead. And I'll make sure to let him know that you didn't even blink at all of Home Theatre leaving as soon as the clock turned 10. Just because I'm new doesn't make me the store bitch."
And I left.
I'm expecting a call tomorrow from my Store Manager on my day off asking me to explain myself. I'm gonna tell him straight up that I was overworked, over scheduled, given no direction, and under-paied for what I accomplished in the span of 24-hours.
UPDATE: Just got off the phone with my Store Manager. I just got written up for mouthin' off to a manager, and that was the end of it. He said no one can make you stay longer than you are scheduled to (which was 10:30 PM) - including himself. He said he would've liked if I stayed longer to help out, but after he looked at how much I worked that day he didn't care. And I didn't have to take down those displays, so I'm in the clear.