From Tanya, posted to RHU March, 2010
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.
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