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RHUer Fired For Complaints

Hello all minions of RHU. Amelia here with an update.

I got fired.

I had 4 customer complaints, and one said he would never shop there again, so I figured that was the end for me when I heard that. I guess the complaints weren't enough ammo for them to actually fire me, so they "discovered" that I was posting about the store, without stating the stores name, and that was in violation of the companies social media policy and that since I had signed a paper stating that I had read the policy, that I was fully aware of that I was in violation of that policy when I wrote those things.

I attempted to explain my side without blaming anyone but myself for my actions and he asked me to write a statement defending myself and my actions. I, being confidant of my prior statements to the issue, declined. That must have cinched his mind, cause I WASN'T going to beg for my job. I'm confident in my ability to provide good customer service, and my prior work should have been proof enough, but I guess it wasn't. He asked me to turn in my things so I did. Oh well. I'm trying to start my own business and this is just the push I need to follow through.

Be seeing ya!

Love, peace and chicken grease!

--Amelia

Note from Freddy: RHUer's, this is yet another reminder of being extremely cautious when writing about your hell on social media. Facebook is where employers start and it can be traced back to your name. As far as RHU goes, they get nothing out of me unless you reveal to friends that you blog on here (that is usually how employers find out, because many of them don't know about RHU - if they did I'd be getting a million hits and making big bucks off advertising -LOL) Never admit to posting anything on this site. Your employer has no proof that you wrote anything on here and I will never give up identities. There are thousands of stories on this site and even if the employer points out similiarities in a story, there are also thousands of Dollar stores all over the world. They cannot prove anything. I will also remove any material immediately at your request if you feel you have been ratted out by a coworker or management is checking you out. Keep up the fight and stay strong! Best of luck Amelia - you are right! This is the push you needed! You go girl! =D

--Freddy

RHUer Needs Advice On Surviving Complaint From 2 Different Customers

Hello RHU.  

Amelia here with a bit of a situation. I was working at my dollar store hell, at the register. The line was minimal and I was as cheery as I could be for being stuck on register. I haven't posted since it happened, but I got a small, semi-promotion, equipped with a raise and increase in responsibility, so register is not high on my list of things I like to do, what with the new title and all. Don't get me wrong. I'll run if that what I'm supposed to do, but when I'm considered the MOD, I expect to be on the floor mostly. Its a mind set.

Any who, suddenly, I look up at my line, and its like 20 people long. I try to page my backup, but since she doesn't have the paging thingy, she doesn't respond. Another employee had it. She is about 4 aisles away, so, yes RHU, I yell for her.

Give her 5 minutes of no show and yell again. By now customers are beginning to froth and moan about the long line and I'm doing my best to try to move it along, when she shows up to help. We get the line down and all goes back to normal.

Now we come to the meat of the situation. During my yelling for my backup, not 1 but 2! OMG, customers get in touch with my DM to inform him that I am rude and loud.

1 hour after this incident, my DM calls to tell me about the 2 custys that complained, and for me to clock out, go home and be back promptly at 8am and hope I still have a job, as he does NOT hire management that acts in such a fashion.

All I could do was meekly say "yes sir" and do what he said, crying the whole time.

I REALLY need this job, and he did not give me a chance to explain myself tonight. I do not know what lies ahead tomorrow, but ALL advice will be GREATLY appreciated.

Btw, I've never had any complaints before, here and only 1 or 2 at one of my other jobs, but that was because I was new and trying to follow serving size rules set by my boss, but was supposed to be ignored when it actually came down to serving (it was at a deli).

Thanks for any help...

--Amelia

 

Sailor Moon's Mysterious Appearance

From NumismaticNerd: Not a Custy pic, but at a dollar store. Sailor Moon on a set of kids' barbie dishes. Copyright anyone?

 

Retail Irony

Karma Catches Up To Dollar Store N.A.T.s

Hi there, RHUers!

Call me Amelia, if you like. I work for a popular dollar store that has chains everywhere and then some and wanted to share a little karma.

I wasn't on shift when it all went down, but was coming on as the cameras were being reviewed...

Seems a couple of N.A.T.s decided to come into our store, split up, and meet back at the clothing section. They start taking packages of socks, underwear, and shirts off the pegs and stuff them down their pants! On the playback, you can clearly see them stuffing their pants and shaking them down! Almost funny...

They then leave the store, get in their car, and exit N.A.T.s.

Karma is a bitch and will eventually get you, right where it hurts.

The town cops proceed to pull the pair over for, drum roll please...

NOT wearing seat belts!

The police see all the stolen merchandise and no bags, when dumbass passenger, bolts from the car.

They promptly arrest the driver, and discover what went down with us just a few minutes ago.

Not sure if they caught the other guy, but they did return all of our things to us, saving us almost $100 in inventory.

Thanks to the locals, and of course, our good friend Karma!

Love, peace, and chicken grease!

--Amelia

 

Creepy Custy Busted At Dollar Store

Dollar Store Hell: Horrible Bitch Encounter Draws Tears

From Kennedy:

I work at Buck Bush (just think of synonyms for those two words). We don't accept MasterCard as credit. No store in our chain does. We never have and we never will. Don't ask me why, it's company policy. This does, however, have the tendency to piss off custys.

So this woman with her two toddler daughters has an order, and she swipes her card. A box pops up on my screen saying that it's MasterCard and the computer won't take it. I tell her that we don't accept MasterCard as credit, as polite as I can. She looks at me like I've just killed Santa Claus in front of her kids and snaps, "WHAT did you just say to me?!?"

Me: "Ma'am, I'm sorry. Buck Bush doesn't accept MasterCard as credit. We do, however, take it as debit, and we take all other major credit cards."

Woman: "SHOW ME WHERE IT SAYS THAT. RIGHTNOW."

Me: "Ma'am, it indicates so on the door and on this sticker right here in front of you..."

Now believe me, I'm being VERY polite. But this woman has the audacity to lean WAY into my face and practically scream, "I don't like your attitude. You're giving me attitude, and I DON'T LIKE IT. You're setting a HORRIBLE example for my two daughters."

Everyone else in line is witnessing this, and they start to back me up and say that I was being nothing but polite. Still, she hisses, "I want to speak to your manager NOW."

So I page him, and he walks up. The woman launches into a tirade. "WHO is this girl?!? I want her fired right now! She's giving the customers attitude!"

My manager: "I overheard the whole thing, ma'am. She was being very polite. I assure you, she's one of the nicest people we have on staff."

The woman looks at my manager, then at me, then back to my manager. "Wait. You two are in cahoots, aren't you?!?!"

My manager: "Ma'am, she is my employee. I wouldn't have hired her if I didn't think she was going to provide good customer service."

Woman: "YOU are setting a HORRIBLE example for my daughters." She grabs the two toddlers. "I'm LEAVING, and as long as SHE works here, I'm never coming back!" She leaves, but doesn't hesitate to glare at me like I'm Satan or Stalin or somebody.

Every other person in line is staring openmouthed. I have to take my break right then, because I know I'm gonna cry. So I spend ten minutes in my car crying.

I hate Buck Bush.

--Kennedy

 

Break In At The Dollar Store

From LeatherMinx:

 

So one summer way back when I was in university, when I'd come back to my hometown to live with my parents and work to save money for the next year, I took on a job at a dollar store.

 

Having shit-tonnes (that'd be metric) of experience, I was quickly promoted to keyholder. Unfortunately, there was a girl who was a few years older than I was who had been there longer who was skipped over for this promotion - we'll call her B. This occasionally caused some tension between us, but the fact was that she was horrible at math, which she was the first to admit to.

 

The main role of the keyholder was to oversee the cash, do random checks, and count in and out the till at the beginning and end of every shift, so basic math had to be doable. The keyholder also opened/closed the store on the weekends so the manager and owner had those days off.

 

So one Sunday, I was supposed to open with B, which meant that I had to be there at about 11:45, to get the cash going, run inventory, and get our party supplies started. B would start at noon sharp, so she'd be there by 11:50ish.

 

Well, I get to the parking lot a little after 11:30 because I'm one of those people who is always early, and go to unlock the front door and let myself in. Which is when I notice that there is a hole in the door where the lock should be. ... ... I closed the night before, so I was 100% certain there was a lock there before, so... Hrm.

 

Now, I didn't have a cell phone on me and none of the other stores in the strip mall were open or had any signs of life at this time. So, shaking like vibrator in an earthquake, I go get the store phone. Here's the thing... the office is in the back of the store. We're talking about roughly 1500sqft, row after robber-hiding row of stock. That I have to walk through. In the dark. Because the light switches are also at the back of the store, and even though it was bright out, the windows were skinned so we didn't die of heat exhaustion in the summer, so it was dark.

 

I don't know if there's still someone else in the store with me, and I don't know what I'm going to find when I open the door to the back room, which has no window in it. I was lucky, there wasn't anyone back there. But I get the phone and dial 911.

 

Because there's no robber/B&E artist in the store with me, I'm told to call the non-emergency number. It took me about five minutes to be able to dial 9-1-1 because I was shaking so bad, and now I have a 7-digit number to call. Swell. Took me awhile, but I got it done. Got through, and was told they'd have a tech and an officer out as soon as possible, and not to open the store to customers until they'd been there. Now, it's about five to noon, and B should be showing up any minute. But I call my manager and the owner to let them know what was going on. Both say they'll be there ASAP.

 

B showed up at quarter after noon - fifteen minutes AFTER the store was SUPPOSED to be open, with no apologies or anything. She decided she needed to stop for coffee before coming in, and she didn't leave the house until five to noon. Nice. The manager showed up, still in her pajamas, with a toothbrush stuck in her mouth. The owner sent her son (we'll call him Swoon). After about another half an hour the police show up, and B is all afluster, but of course they don't need to speak with her - she wasn't there and I kept her outside until the manager and Swoon showed up.

 

I'm asked what I touched (to which I reply with a smart-ass tone "Hardly anything. C'mon, I watch CSI." The cop snorted at me, and my manager looked like she wanted to swat me upside the head for being snotty. I was just trying to be funny but might have been too anxious to pull it off), what's missing, what time I got in, yadda yadda yadda. Well, Swoon stood at the door turning customers away and explaining the situation. B is trying to hit on him, but he's pissed because she was late, leaving me there by myself for an extra twenty-five minutes (since she was supposed to show up ten minutes before her shift so she could be on the floor at noon) when the store had been broken into and there was no one else in the strip mall.

 

I was still shaky after the cops left, so the manager and myself, and Swoon since the owner showed up herself to guard the door, go out back for a smoke. We're out there, and the manager and Swoon are teasing me for still being shaky (I'm a wuss, what can I say?) and out comes B, fires a-blazin. She is right pissed, and apparently at me.

 

See, I didn't outright tell the owner or the manager that B was late - she kind of let it slip out herself, since Swoon asked her if she'd helped me determine what seemed to be missing (it was a FUCKING DOLLAR STORE - do you have any idea how hard it is to tell if some crap electronics are missing, even if the stock is in a bit of disarray? All told, it was maybe $50 worth - retail - of merchandise, and $750 for a new fucking door, plus a couple hundred to replace that safe that had been damaged to hell but not opened) and her response was "No, I just got here right before you guys." Well, Swoon told his mom when she got in. And mom ripped B a new one. Which was, of course, my fault.

 

We ended up only being open for about three hours that day, and Swoon stayed the whole day - I've no doubt he had better things to do on a summer Sunday - to oversee the installation of the new door. Customers were great and understanding (for the most part), but B was in a snit all day. Finally, when we were closing, she just grabbed her stuff and walked out. She was supposed to stay until I'd finished with the cash - she'd face the walls, re-stock, sweep the floors, etc. Nope, just walked out. If Swoon hadn't have been there, I would have been alone in the store that had been broken into the night before, counting cash, BY MYSELF. I can't stress that enough. The other businesses in the strip mall were either not open or open shorter hours than us on Sundays. Swoon cussed her out constantly while I finished with cash, and walked me to my car, even though it was super light out (summer evening). He got in his car and followed me out of the parking lot before heading to his own place.

 

B came in for her shift on Monday to find out she no longer had a position there, and I got to spend the remainder of the summer having random visits from Swoon on the weekend shifts. It took another two break-ins for an alarm to be installed after I had left, though...

 

Anyone else have stories like this - break-ins and/or fellow slaves who you can't rely on in any situation?

 

In other news - my sister and I went grocery shopping this weekend, and we witnessed a new-world marvel. Watching our cashier bag the groceries was like having front-row seats to the ballet of your choice. Seriously, it was beautiful. You know how flair bartending is? Apply it to bagging, and you'll almost understand the awesomeness of what we saw. Seriously, struck dumb by the beauty and efficacy, how he balanced ringing in with bagging, with organization and supreme skillz. So, Mike at the Co-Op near the walking appendage of the raven in Cowtown, you're an allstar. If we didn't mention it Friday evening - and I honestly can't remember, the whole thing is like a dream sequence now - I apologize. I don't care how much they're paying you - it's not enough. May custies bow to your extreme superiority and may you strike NATs with a well-placed can of beans without missing a beat.

 

--LeatherMinx, out

 

Custy Accessorizes The Snacks

Shopping Cart Misses Its Target

From Mick: Dollar Tree cart's escape from Whitnall Square is thwarted by Chairman Bob's new security fencing.

Abusive Nasty Ass Thief Gets Told by Brave Retail Slave and Awesome Custys

Ann gets a Retail Balls Award with how she dealt with a NAT who verbally and physically assaulted her:

I've been a long time reader, and hope to be a first time poster. I've been in retail for ten years. I used to be a store manager, but recently decided to step down due to the ever thickening stream of bullshit spewing out of the "suits" mouths.

I've had some doozy days in my retail career, but today took the cake of all of them....

It started out as any ordinary day....putting away stock, ringing in customers.....same crap different date.

I always pay attention to everyone that comes in and out....I say hello or nod to every person that walks into the store-unless I have a line out the wazoo...which is not often because I'm like lightening.

I had a small little line and at the end of it was this woman and her 5-7 year old son. When they got to the register she was quiet and pleasant enough. She wanted me to ring in separate orders....ok fine whatever.

So I ring in the first one.....a large box of laundry detergent and some other little things. I flip the detergent onto the bag carousel and accidentally punch a hole in it.

I apologize profusely and told her that I would get her a new box as soon as I finish the second transaction.

When I finished I turned to get it for her and a new customer came up at the same time. I went to tell that one I would be right back and the lady said she would get the detergent. Ok cool I think.

I start to ring in the one at the register, and started to get a good line...now the detergent woman is taking a little long, so I start watching the door.

I see the detergent lady coming around the corner , but it looks like shes trying to hide something and almost sneaks up to the register.

I notice that shes trying to hid an extra large box of detergent....a $6 difference.

Not cool.

So I ask her if she had trouble finding what she had first...she told me they were out.

Being that I have touched every piece of freight we have I know that I have at least 5 cases of the original box of detergent in the back.

So I say....oh maybe you looked in the wrong place let me go look and I'll bring it up here.

She follows me to the back....huffing in irritation....and slugged her attempt to steal the bigger size at an endcap along the way.

We get to the shelf with the detergent in question and surprise the shelf is FULL except for one box missing....the poor punctured box.

I say loudly oh look you must have passed by it, here you go and start to hand her the original product.

She points to the bigger one and tells me that she wants the big one....

I tell her there's a price difference and she says ok, so I start to walk away thinking I'm done for now, and tasting a confrontation on my tongue.

She very loudly says "excuse me I told you I wanted the bigger one".

I reply "yes ma'am we have that along the way where ever it was that you dropped it, there's no reason to pull another one off the shelf".

To which she tells me (rude as hell): "No you made me walk all the way back here (we are under 1,200 ft), I want the bigger one right there, and you are going to get it off the shelf.".....

"No ma'am I'm not, I'll be waiting up front for you,"....I turn my head and body and walk away.

As I do so, I hear her ask the stocker where the manager was. I assume he pointed to me because her response was "She's it? Mo she's a bitch she has too much of an attitude where's someone else?".

At that point I was too far away to hear anything else. I go to the register picking up her replacement detergent along the way. I get to the register and finish up the customer at it and I hear detergent woman telling another key holder that I was rude, had a bad attitude, and on...I shut her out.

Next thing I know I am punched in the back of my head....now I'm thinking that my co-worker made an accident, until I see the look of horror on my now long line of customers faces. 

I spin around and wow detergent woman is right behind me.

(My co-worker later tells me as this woman was punching me, she said, you fucked with the wrong bitch).

Hmm.

So I point to the door...tell her she was way out of line, that was completely unnecessary and please leave.

All the customers in line are telling this woman the same thing. I encourage her to walk out the door.

I back her up; continue telling her she needs to leave.

She starts pushing at my arms, cussing me. I keep repeating that her behavior was unnecessary and that she needed to leave.

She was still pushing me, gave me a fairly good shove at the door to which I took two fingers put them against her chest (first time I've touched her) and told her to get the hell in her car and leave.

She totally grabbed my fingers and told me I was a bitch and that I had better watch myself cause she's going to be waiting when I get off to beat my ass.

At this same time she is also threatening the customers that are all asking her loudly to leave, my co-workers, and myself.

I had a customer call 911, another follow the car to get a plate, another calling the local PD (small town), and the rest trying to calm me......I was pissed.

***and that's that.

I would have done something, but in all honesty the kid being with her, and the fact that I was in front of so many customers-I just couldn't stoop to that level.

--Ann

 

Burger Bitch Has Questions For RHU

Greetings, fellow Retail Survivors and Slaves.

Now, I have two questions I’ve wanted to ask, one I’ve been thinking about for a while and one that popped into my head today.

First off, my dad and I have coffee once or twice a week then he’ll give me a lift to work. A few weeks back, we were sipping coffee in the parking lot of my personal Hell when a few army vehicles pulled up. We tend to get a lot of army personnel and soldiers in training because the army base is a short drive away.

Dad: “Do you get a lot of them here?”

Me: “Yeah, and most of them are ego-tripping dicknuts.”

Dad: “Well, you should still respect them because they’re the army.”

Me: “Sorry?”

Dad: “They’re protecting your country, you should respect them.”

Me: “No, I respect people who respect me. 99% of them are rude cunts; I’ve found nicer things in the crack of my ass.”

So, RHU, should I respect them even though they’re spunk-jockeys?

Second question:

Today, a custy gave my supervisor a Bible. Yeah, a Bible.

He started telling him that he should get to know God’s ways and start to learn before it’s “too late for him.”

Now, both my supervisor and I found this a bit offensive. We don’t like it when people come in and shove their religion in our faces. I don’t go up to people and say “HEY, HAIL SCIENCE” and hand them an Atheist Manual. Religion is great, and it’s nice that you have one, but please, don’t shove it in my face.

Would you be offended by this?

AND NOW RANT TIME! BROUGHT TO YOU BY CAFFEINE, BECAUSE IT’S THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME ALIVE.

First things fucking first. I have a bad shoulder, I fucked it up when I was younger and it’s never been the same, keep in mind I also weigh 120 lbs.

My supervisor asked me to take ALL of the garbage bags and ALL of the cardboard out. There were about 12 bags of garbage and the pile of cardboard was bigger than list of obscenities. Each bag weighed about 100 lbs, these are motherfucker bags, giant motherfucker bags, and my supervisor expected me to carry all of them out. Awesome.

But I did! By dragging them, and it only took me half a cockstrangling hour.

Also, I swear the holidays incapacitate people’s ability to hear.

Me: “Did you need ketchup or mayo for your fries?”

Woman: “Yeah, I had bacon on my burger.”

Me: “Ok, did you need ketchup or mayo for your fries?”

Woman: “Yeah, I ordered fries.”

Me: “Yup, would you like ketchup or mayo for them?”

Woman: “On my burger?”

Me: “Nevermind.”

ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU SPEAK IT?

(I’m sorry, did I break your concentration?)

And finally!

This isn’t about work, but instead about a shitty customer service experience.

Mum and I went shopping on the weekend, just to grab a few extra stocking stuffers (I typed the word “stuffer” and laughed obscenely loud because I had a pervy thought. /Tired.)

We walked into a small dollar store, just to take a look around. When we walked in, the cashier was on the phone, but I didn’t really pay attention to it. I picked up a few little things and walked up to the cash. 

The cashier completely ignored me for the person on the phone.

“Yeah, man, that was a pretty great show” and so on and so forth, he even began to talk to his buddy about "how hot his new girlfriend is." He rang up my items, while on the phone, and then POINTED TO THE SCREEN to show me my price. Didn’t even fucking think about getting off the phone.

I slammed my money down on the counter and when he gave me my change, I told him to tell his friend I said Hello.

Yeah, maybe I was a smidge rude. But seriously? That’s fucking ridiculous.

Don’t be a fool, wrap your tool!

--Burger Bitch.

Piggy Shopper Gets Told In The Most Awesome Way

From Slave To The Dollar:

This happened a while ago, and I’ve been meaning to send it in but never got around to typing it up. 

One particularly crazy day, this woman comes in eating a slice of pizza. Why she couldn’t finish it where she bought it from, I don’t know. 
 
My other coworkers and I had a feeling she was going to be a pain in the ass in some way. That day I was cleaning/doing returns and backup cashier. 
 
I was cashing when the other manager, who was also cleaning, came up to me and told me that that woman eating the pizza LEFT THE CRUST ON A SHELF and she came across it while she was cleaning. I was grossed out. 
 
So my manager grabbed a bag, picked the crust up (with the bag) and gave it to the main cashier. She described the woman in context, and told him to put the crust in with her stuff. 
 
The cashier actually did put the crust in with her crap when she wasn’t paying attention. 

It was awesome. 
 
And weirdly enough we never got any complaints about it. We thought for sure she’d call. 
 
There is no reason to leave your waste on the shelf (In fact, the other day, the other cleaner found a heavy dirty diaper just laying on an empty end-cap shelf. Yuck). 

Finish your shit where you bought it or throw it in the garbage outside of the store, or ask the cashier to throw it out for you. 

--Slave To The Dollar

  

Question For RHU About a Soda Spill

From MuSicko:

I have a question about making messes in stores...

My brothers and I were browsing a small Dollar Tree, cups of soda in hand. My youngest brother (despite my repeated insistence to be careful) managed to spill the damn thing in an aisle.

I told him to run to the restaurant next door and grab some napkins, and I had him clean it up.

It was, unfortunately, a carpeted store. It wasn't a lush Persian rug or anything, just the flat, cheapie carpeting you find in classrooms and such.

But while we did contain the mess and got most of the liquid sopped up, it did leave a cola-colored mark.

Should I have told an employee instead of us doing it ourselves? It did leave a stain, so I guess I should have let them know, but at the same time, I felt like it wasn't a big enough deal to get other people involved.

I mean, we cleaned up the spill, it was not smelly or very damp, and once it dried, I was pretty sure nobody would care.

What do you think?

--MuSicko

  

Drugstore Retail Hell

You are required to get all this shit put out correctly by the end of your shift - while waiting on custys, answering the store phone, and cashiering. Fuck them and their Drugstore Hell.

Dollar Store Hell with Asshat Manager

So, over the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college, I needed a job. Went looking, and found what I thought was a pretty sweet gig at a dollar store.

They had a "strict" policy of "plain shirts and jeans" that only I actually adhered to.

There were three manages that worked there. The head manager and one of the managers were nice ladies, in fact one of them was very friendly, and we'd spend a lot of time chatting while she worked around the store and I did register.

However, there of course has to be a balance to such a nice woman. And it wasn't the custys (though they got pretty bad sometimes ("How much is this?" "One dollar. Like EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE STORE." Ugh.), it was our third manager.

I'm fairly certain that woman was out to get me. At the end of our shift, we'd have to count out our drawers, make sure that it matched the sales tags, pretty much SOP.

Somehow, EVERY TIME I worked with this woman, I would end up being over by 5-10 dollars. ONLY with her. I was over by 90 cents with the head manager, one time, and never over with the other manager.

So the first time it happened, she told me not to let it happen again, or else I'd get a warning.

Of course, it happened again, and I got a warning. And then it happened AGAIN, and I got another warning, as well as her basically threatening me with a story of "you know, there was another girl that used to work here that would always be over, but after we wrote her up she stopped." Because yes, I want that hanging over my head.

I remember I tried to joke with her (near tears because I had seriously been trying SO HARD to have my drawer be PERFECT and it never was with her) that at least I was over and not under, and she gave me this look like "Are you stupid?" and said something to the effect of ripping off the customers was just as bad as ripping off the store.

Possibly lucky for me, about three weeks after I started working, corporate decided to close our location and move us to a new one. It was lucky because I didn't have to deal with the bitchy manager anymore. The unlucky part was that I stopped getting hours. Period. There were about eight of us working, three managers and five regular employees, and since we were closing we didn't need to do stock anymore, so there only had to be one manager and one cashier on duty.

Rather than giving the poor college student some hours, they were giving the other employees four to six 6-hour shifts a week, and me nothing.

After three weeks of not getting any work, I walked in and told the manager in charge that I quit. No notice, just "You're not giving me hours, take me off your payroll."

It was pretty much hell for half of my summer.

--Tanya,

(no longer a Retail Slave...for now, anyways...)

  

Dollar General Slave's "DG Hell"

A Dollar General Store Slave who goes by the name of DGSUCKS got busy with his chainsaw and sent us a few massacred songs for your Christmas Eve enjoyment:

DG HELL
(to the tune of Jingle Bells)

Dashing thru the store
Tripping over excess freight
Sold a Christmas tree
So DG sent me eight

All of Santa's toys
Wound up in my backroom
I wish he'd sent some elves along
To help us make some room!

 

Oh, DG Hell, DG Hell,
Christmas is my fave
Oh what fun is to be
A peon DG slave (repeat)

Decorations here
Perfume gift sets there
Need that endcap but it's full
Of long-john underwear!

Bulkstacks made of toys
And more upon the ledge
Watch out for all the baby dolls
That fall off of the edge

(Chorus)

Here's my packaways
Ten thousand strings of lights
Now find the ones with UPC's
For this year's markdowns (right!!)

Last year's winter clothes
Have filled up all the racks
Now here's a million sweaters
And some ugly womens' slacks

(Chorus)

More toys just came in
Put them along the wall
The capshelves are already full
And some of them may fall

Have no room to move
The freight is 10 feet high
The back room swallowed a cashier
(We think she may have died)

(Chorus)



Clipstrips full of bows
Hanging everywhere
Rolls of gift wrap stacked until
An uncrushed box is rare

Gloves and hats galore
In bins above the clothes
Every time I look at one
I swear the pile grows

(Chorus)



Snow shovels are sold out
The only sent me four
But 50 of them shipped out
To a South Florida Store

Brought my own shovel in
To clear the walk and dock
A customer shoplifted it
I should have bought a lock

(Chorus)

The autos will roll in
Until my store shall burst
Can't wait to pack it all away
By January 1st!!!
But no, we have to wait
And sell it out one winter day
For summer merchandise!!!



Away in the DG

(to the tune of Away in the Manager)

Away in a DG Store
No room for more freight
The lowly store workers
work hard for no pay
The aisles in the center
so cluttered with crap
The last minute shoppers
still can't find gift wrap
The customers whining
The keyholders correct prices
but it's never enough
Our lowly employees
can't get through the aisles
There's a store manager
in one of those piles.
Be near the register
I ask you to stay
Cause the customers will be coming
with an entire week's pay
Dress all of the workers
in Khakis and black
and work us to death
until we fight back