This story was originally posted on April 15, 2011
My story comes from a few years back when I worked in a small chain of family owned grocery stores. So a little background for this story: first and foremost from day one I worked the morning shift, 6 AM till 4 PM, Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Every other Sat Night Shift 2 PM till 10 PM, and Every Sunday Morning 8 AM to 2 PM which was the entire time the store was open.
So, like I said I usually worked from 6 AM till 4PM that was till one day when this one girl came in that I disliked greatly because she bitched about one thing or another over and over again. Today her complaint was having a really bad headache. She mentioned this several times before 4 PM, she worked from noon to 7 that day. She mentioned in passing that the next day (my day off) that she needed to go buy a new car but because she had to work wasn’t going to be able to.
90% of the time this girl was late to work because she had to rely on other people to get her to work. So being the nicey nice that I am I offered to work her 4 hour shift for her the next day 4PM to 8 PM.
She was pretty grateful about it and I wasn’t all that worried it was extra Money for me. Another hour passes and I’ve got about an hour and a half left I send the girls who have the night shift off on their Lunch breaks because otherwise they won’t get them once I leave. Three girls each taking a half hour, I sent the girl off last as she was last to arrive. At 5 minutes to 4 the Store manager comes back and says to me.
SM: Wolfie you have to stay till 8.
Wolfie: What? Why?
SM: I sent Stupid home (Will call dumb bitch Stupid from now on)
SM: She said she was really sick had a bad migraine.
I sigh and agree its only 4 more hours I can deal with it, done it before when we had a girl walk on the job. The thing that irked me here was that technically after 2PM I was the Deli Manager so yes it was my job to stay so no issue there, it was the fact that she never even asked me if she could go home just waited for her chance to escape the Deli and go over my head. But moving on.
So I worked her remaining 4 hours and then went home to some much needed rest only to come in to all hell breaking loose. My Manager the DELI Manager rips into me the minute I walk into the Deli.
DM: Why in the FUCK did you send Stupid home early yesterday?
Wolfie: I didn’t she asked the Store Manager and he sent her home, he made me stay for her shift.
DM: Well now you’re on Overtime because Stupid says you’re covering her shift today.
Wolfie: That’s correct.
DM: Well then… you’ll be working your shift all by your self tomorrow. I can’t be over my hours.
Wolfie: Okay, that’s fine.
So I settle in to my four hours and go home thinking nothing of it, I can handle a Thursday Morning by myself no big deal at all right? ...Wrong. I get in to the store at Six AM start setting everything up and I’m ready to go when the store opens at 8 AM. It’s a slow trickle through out the day and its pretty easy going. At 3 O’clock I get a call from Mousey one of the other girls I work with and she says she’s going to be about 20 minutes late. I’m fine with that. I’m tired, but I keep trucking….
Then Stupid calls in and ever so nicely tells me she quits. NO big deal 2 more people are coming in they can handle it on their own. Then Mousy calls and says she can’t make it in and she’s really sorry so I’m prepping to work another long shift with Skirt who calls at 4:45 and says:
Skirt: I’m not coming in today,
Skirt: I’m sick, I won’t be in today.
Wolfie: I’m here alone you have to come in.
Wolfie: She didn’t know I was alone, you have to come in.
Skirt: She said I didn’t, bye.
And she hangs up… so here I am at 4:45, 45 Minutes over my shift already with no one coming in to relieve me. I call the Store manager back and explain the situation and he shrugs and says I can try to call someone in.
I try knowing all along that I’m gonna get in trouble from the DM for having more Overtime than I’m supposed to. No one will come in they all say no or they have other things there doing. I’m fucked totally and royally screwed so I call DM and she tells me to just work till close.
So here I am… stuck by myself during the dinner rush, which pretty much has me going non stop from 5 till close at 10. At one point the Produce guy brings me a pop and I actually have to ask customers to wait so I can grab a drink as I’ve been going non stop for the last 3 hours. At 8 O’clock I’m supposed to pull the hot case and I can’t get to it.
The Store Manager comes back and asks why the Hot case hasn’t been pulled and I tell him bluntly I can’t get to it; its gonna have to wait.
He starts screaming at me in front of the whole store telling me I’m not doing my job and that he’s going to report me to the DM the next day. At this point I snap and respond as calmly as I can with:
Wolfie: I am back here all by my self, There is NO ONE ELSE working in the Deli. So either you send me a Stock boy to do dishes and to clean the Hot Case OR You or I will both be here till Midnight!
SM: I don’t have a stock boy to spare.
Wolfie: Well you better find one!
At this I stormed off to help another customer and then another. At some time the most wonderful stock boy in the store comes running back and asks me what he can do to help. I direct him on how to take the Hot Case down and how to do the dishes and he gets to work. He is total Awesome Sauce and by miracles of miracles we manage to get the Deli shut down by 10 and I go home to collapse.
I get a call at 6 AM the next morning from DM that goes much like this:
Wolfie: (half asleep) Hello…
DM: Why did you work till close yesterday?
Wolfie: Nobody came in…
DM: What do you mean nobody came in? What happened to Mousy and Skirt?
Wolfie: Mousy couldn’t get a Ride and you told Skirt she could call off.
DM: I did no such thing! Are you trying to screw up my schedule?! Owner is going to be so pissed!!
Wolfie: If he is, you tell him to talk to me about it, but right now it’s my day off and I’m tired and possibly getting sick…
DM: Oh, are you calling off Saturday?
Wolfie: DO I ever fucking call off?
Woflie: And why is that? Because you WON’T FUCKING LET ME!!!
(Note: I’ve gone into this Job with the flu, Strep Throat and Pneumonia. I was the BEST worker she had and she knew it. I didn't really have a choice; it was work sick or don't have a job. And for those of you who want to know, I wore a Germ mask when I worked with Strep, the Flu and Pneumonia. I'm not a complete idiot.)
I hung up at that point, and the owner did try to rip into me later that day, but I very calmly told him everything that happened and he apologized for the way I was treated and told me to take Sat off and Sunday too if I was working. He said he would approve the Time and a half I’d earned working almost 60 hours that week.
Stay strong RHUers!
Peace this Life and the Next,
--The Undead Wolfie