More from DudeNameCraft store. I just got off the phone with Michael's Ethics And Compliance Hotline. Here's a rundown of October 16th's fiasco: (We haven't had a douchequake like that since Trump was asked his opinion about his daughter's appearance.)
It was the day after truck day. We work on the repacked boxes on this day. I came in, signed out my radio and RF Gun and took a full cart of frames to the Framing department, as usual. There were two carts worth of boxes already on the counter waiting for me, so I got started. A few minutes later, another employee dropped off the last cart of framing for me to do.
I was working on opening boxes and sorting the frames into piles (all of the Simply Essentials brand together, Expressions brand together, etc) when C shows up.
She approaches at a slow, deliberate pace and then puts her hands on the counter opposite me and leans forward, her entire demeanor is threatening and intimidating.
C: "You have two carts of Framing on the counter and two carts of Framing behind you. I expect you to be done by 7:00 am (approximately 1 hour and 45 minutes from the current time). You have 1/2 hour per cart. If you are not done, then I'm going to send you home and put someone else on it who WILL get it done quickly."
I told her that I would try, and she walked away. I continued unboxing, and condensing the empty boxes so that they took up less room. C came back with a large box ad told me to just throw my empty boxes in the big box so that I wouldn't waste time "daintily unpacking each box."
Fifteen minutes later the large box is overflowing and C came by again. I told her that I needed another box.
I was a little shocked by her language, but again, did as I was told.
C came by yet again: "See, it's going much faster now! Aren't you happy?"
I replied: "No! I'm making a huge mess on the floor that I will now have to clean up!"
C: "But you'll be done and I can send you to a new section. I'll clean up your boxes while you do."
I got my frames sorted and try to put them away. Forced to rush, I broke some frames, and had to walk back to receiving (I was unable to find a broom and dust pan in the Framing Shop) in order to clean up the shattered glass. I took care of them in accordance to damaged merchandise.
Ten minutes to the deadline I had to get a ladder to put my upstock away.
My responsibilities were outlined to me as:
Unbox the product
Sort the product
Put the product away
Take care of upstock
downstock from the upstock boxes to make room.
I ran out of time and was unable to downstock. C showed up just as I finished upstocking.
C: "See? You're done!"
Me: "I was unable to downstock though."
Me: "Yes, I suppose technically I am, despite not being able to do my whole job."
C: "But you're done! Aren't you proud of yourself? You should be proud of yourself!"
I am not proud of myself. Victims of bullying are never proud of what they accomplish in a hostile work environment. Her repeated "checking in" on me felt like harassment and her behavior was threatening from the get go.
I took my fifteen-minute break and was put in the felt and pearler beads aisle alone with a massive amount of stock.
With no one to explain to me what was done and what wasn't, I had to check several piles before I could determine that they were upstock. The amount of upstock on the floor meant that I could not fit a ladder down the aisle. I am 5'3", and cannot reach the top row of the side counters to put the product away.
I did my best for a while, and one hour before my shift ended, I was sent two other employees, one who was tall enough to put away the items I was too short to take care of and one to work on the upstock.
C, upon finding out that I was too short, simply told me that she could just stretch. C is a few inches taller than I am, and therefore tall enough to reach. She behaved as though my physical limitations were a product of laziness.
She announced that we had seven minutes before the store opened and needed to be finishing up.
We still had a considerable amount of upstock to do, so I let her know that we would not be able to finish in time.
C made a very loud huff and glared. "Finish it!" She snapped, and stormed away.
Another employee came to help us, but my shift was over at 9, and though she asked several other employees if they could stay, she refused to look at me again until I did my bag check to leave the store.
I called the hotline and laid it all out on her. I normally would have raised Cain then and there, but my dad and Wonderful Lady from the hospital I volunteer at are giving me advice on acting meek while plotting a takedown.
All of the above was last week. I got a call today from a minor bigwig. He wants to talk to me, and to others who I have named about my complaint. Next Tuesday (10/27), I suspect shit will hit the fan. We shall see.