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Reddit: My friend asked off work, manager accidently created a new holiday.
Right now, I'm a little pissed. Today was my second shift at Dollarstore. I have since learned T4U was filled up, and deskjob probably doesn't give a damn.
I offered to come in for four hours- Eight until Twelve. I told them we are doing a family event today, and I needed to help at home. I just got out a little after one- which would be fine if I had gotten a break where I could sit down, and maybe eat something. I did get a threeish minute "break" to suck down some juice so I wouldn't pass out.
The blisters and sore feet and chaffed hands I get. The occasional low I get. A few scrapes are expected (should I get a tetanus for this? Its just a shelf). The being locked out of the back room nearly constantly so I cannot access my meds/juice/food/bathroom? Not so ok with. I mean its dangerous as fuck for me, and I have to drag someone away every time I need to go back there.
OH and the fucking punch-in/out machine. Fuck that thing so hard with the rustiest thing you can find. First day it took me TEN MINUTES to set up my login. OH but then there was an error so I might not be getting paid for that day, and we had to do it AGAIN at the end. It took another ten of fifteen minutes. This morning it took about five minutes, or around twelve tries.
Trying to log out.... I spent about ten minutes trying, got dragged away by a custy (Hello?! I'm basically sobbing into the wall at this point, and leaning heavily on the soda machine at the fucking time punch! I'm obviously trying to log out and go home go ask someone else!) So I go back and keep trying. SURPRISE. DOESNT. WORK. So I had to do the same thing, and was told the same shit from last night. "just write it here in pen and we'll fit it." I don't know how they'll fix the fucking thing, just give me a damn code to punch in like a normal business!
Obviously the print scanner doesn't work for me, and I really don't like having to squash myself in a corner for ten or more minutes every fucking time I have to punch in or out.
And for some stupid fucking reason, I KEEP APOLOGISING FOR THESE PROBLEMS THAT ARE NOT MY FAULT. I don't know what it is, but I keep apologising to fucking EVERYONE even when I have done everything right. And I can't bring myself to complain or ask, "Hey so am I getting paid for my shit? Also can we just make me a backroom password and a login password so I can actually do my job?"
(Speaking of which, I thought my job was supposed to be cash and LIGHT stocking- you know considering the injury and medical shit I told you about? I mean I guess huge plates and ceramic bowls are still technically light, but that box was well over my ten pound limit I told you about, and I still had to move it. I'm just so pissed off its unbelievable.
And through no fault of theirs, yet, I keep getting called the wrong thing. I don't have the balls to tell these guys- yes that is my name, but no I prefer -----. I mean they're still so fucking apathetic I don't think I should even bother. Y'know, despite the fact I will probably end up feeling like shit over it. Just more ways of remembering wow my body sucks and is really inconvenient.
I just really needed a good rant. I'm gonna see if I can get the guts to mention some shit next week. Hough I have to say, with how I feel right now, if they call me for tomorrow I'm going to tell them to go fuck themselves. I'm irrationally angry because I'm hungry and exhausted, but I really don't want to be the store fuck toy in terms of being dragged in and being made to do Everything despite limitations and agreements.
--Captain Ham - fuck this I'm going to have a nap.
I work for a company that rhymes with "Tears".
Tears has opted to remain open from 8 p.m. Thanksgiving until 10 p.m. on Black Friday. I got the schedule, and apparently on Black Friday, I am working the 2am to 10 am slot-- ok, sucks but at least I'll get it over with--
Wait. They also put me on from 5 pm to 9 pm on the SAME DAY. I am strongly considering going "oopsie" on the second shift.
To add insult to injury, they've only scheduled me for a total of 18 hours FOR THE WEEK.
What kills me is that I'm an operations associate. You know, one of those people who work in the backroom, and they're probably going to send me out to help "bust the line."
I'm in the market for a new job. Again. I was asked a dozen times if I was sure full time would be okay and I answered "more than okay, I NEED full time" every time.
I have 22 hours next week. When I snuck a peek at the next tentative schedule, it was about the same. When I asked what was up, I was told, "Well, you have 4 days."
Then I find out they hired someone last week, AND they were conducting interviews today. Why? We get busy this time of year and need to bulk up the seasonal staff. This while the full timers have 32 hours and under. Part time is 1 or 2 days a week.
I'm not playing this game. I can make more money working 40 hours a week at my state's minimum wage than I'm making now. Unfortunately, I'm the only one who has a problem with the scheduling because I'm the only one working for a reason other than having something to do and getting out of the house every once in awhile.
--Jaqueline Of All Trades
I really don't believe that I will ever find a job that doesn't make me want to swallow nails until I die.
I just finished working a six day week, meaning that my only day off was yesterday, then I was supposed to have Wednesday off. Except that apparently they're trying to cover all of my idiot coworkers shifts because she hasn't been showing up, and she's supposed to work on Wednesday. My coworker warned me today that I'm the only person who isn't working, so I'm probably going to be TOLD to come in on Wednesday.
I've pretty much ONLY been working 6 day weeks since I started. I'm so fucking tired that I want to cry, but I don't have the energy to do so. So, since I'm probably going to have to work on Wednesday, I'm working 14 days with only one day off, which was Sunday... And I won't get another day off until NEXT weekend. So all in all, I'm working about 17 or 18 days with ONE day off.
I can't do this all the time though, I'm going to get sick, but before that, I'm going to run out of clothes. I have NO time to do laundry.
Sorry to bitch, but holy fuck, remember when I slept? Because I don't.
Instead of ASKING me to work tomorrow, I was TOLD that I HAVE to work tomorrow.
I was already unbelievably upset, and then the manager from HouseWears comes up to me and says "I'm really short staffed tomorrow, so I'm going to ask -Manager- if you can come in early and stay late."
I was crying at this point and said, "No, I'm coming in and working on cash on my day off, I'm not coming in early or staying late!"
They can fuck right off. I'm so exhausted that I cried at least 3 times today and considering the fuckface that I have to cover for probably won't show up for any of her other shifts, I'm not expecting to have any days off until the middle of next month. I literally have no time to do laundry or groceries or fucking sleep.
I just looked at my schedule and every shift that Butthole coworker had, are on days that I have off. I'm probably going to have to work every single one of them. They never call on my days off, they come up to me at work and say "You're working tomorrow."
Sorry that I've posted roughly 438,756,378,465 times in the past week, but I need to bitch again.
We only have our schedules up until tomorrow, and we have yet to get our new ones. I understand that our coworker had a heart attack so the manager needs to revise it... But that was over 2 weeks ago.
I'm a weirdo who's crazy anal about planning things out, even if it's "Wake up at 3 PM, drink beer, watch Futurama." I NEED to be able to plan things out. So it's driving me fucking insane that I don't know what I work next week, LET ALONE ON SUNDAY.
I know I'm just a new underling, but I'm also a human and I need to be able to plan shit. SO A FUCKING SCHEDULE WOULD BE NICE.
Bluuuuuuuurg. (Translation for those of you who don't like to pretend to be Liz Lemon, that means, "Oh, man, this is going to be a long rant.")
So, I was transferred to another store with, like, five minutes notice (it really was two days, which is still nothing). Today was Day 4. I want it to be Day Last. Folks who work for a certain large drug store that I have referred to as Floorblue's in the past, let me know if this sounds like something that would EVER happen at your store.
I'm a Shift Lead, but at the store I'm at now, management staff occasionally gets scheduled to work in a department. I like this idea. It helps management have a better idea of the things people actually experience working in different areas. Today, I was scheduled to work 4 to midnight thirty in Photo. I received a call from the boss at seven a.m., asking if I could close tonight. I said, "Well, yeah. I'm scheduled to close tonight in Photo."
"You're what? Shit." Shuffle shuffle, bang, clang. "Um, okay, I'll keep trying to find someone to work photo if you'll be closing manager."
"Yeah, that's fine."
"Okay, cool. Come in at five."
Just before three o'clock, my phone rings. "Can you come in at four instead?"
"Um...I live 45 minutes away, and we haven't gotten up yet. I can be there shortly after that."
So, I run in at 4:04. And find out not only did they not find somebody for photo, there is also nobody working in cosmetics. Standard procedure at my store is for the cashier to go home at 11 and the photo person to work the last hour we're open at the main register. So, not only is it just the two of us, but I have to ask my boss, "So, is the cashier staying until 12:30 with me?"
"Um..." Runs away.
I talk to the cashier, she agrees to stay until midnight. However, since at my company, working more than ten hours in one day qualifies as overtime, she cannot stay any later than that, so I don't have anybody to verify my final deposit, which is a Loss Prevention violation, but what else can I do?
The photo printer starts jamming. Fortunately, I worked in the photo department before getting promoted and was determined to get promoted quickly, so I trained myself to be able to step into a Head Photo position if I did not get Shift Lead. So I take the photo printer apart, and it's immediately obvious what the problem was - they haven't been cleaning it, and the build-up is so severe that it's causing jams. Neat. I don't have the time to take it apart and fix it, since it's now a day long project, so finally I just shut the machine down and put it in Down Time.
Before I mention the next issue, I would like to reiterate that I've been at this store for four days. About 10:55, the contractor who cleans our floors comes in and tells me she just wanted to make sure we had wax. Because not only was it the biweekly night for the floor scrubber, it was the quarterly strip and wax night. So I had about an hour to move about half of the store out of their way, and surprise, get to stay an hour later, because I have to stay until they're done! Whooo!
And yes, this is a community lead store.
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By: Purveyor of Pizza
I have a rant and then a story.
New GM blows at scheduling. She gave me only 17 hours next week, scheduled me for the day I asked off for OVER A MONTH AGO for my math placement test for college, and gave me the ENTIRE day off before, even though I'm the only host not in school that can do lunch or that evening.
Plus she docked my seniority in the kitchen, ranking me under all but the newest guy (only 2 of them have been there longer than me!), and she gave the training for the new host to a teenager who's been there less than 6 months and doesn't know what she's doing! I'm pretty pissed off. I've put in 97 applications in the last month with no luck.
As for the story, tonight while I was hosting (and did I mention I was up there for 7 hours and only worked 3.5 hours total over 2 shifts?) this old guy came in. I was about to seat another party, but I welcomed him and said I would be right with him. He completely ignored me, and while I'm seating this couple, just starts rearranging tables on his own!
I've had people seat themselves (always at dirty tables, where they complain the table is dirty, of course), but not this. I approached him, and asked if I could help him. He told me he's just rearranging a 10-top for his group of only 8. I let him know that, like EVERY OTHER FUKL SERVICE RESTAURANT we have a seating order and chart that I HAVE to go by. I also told him I cannot let him do this for safety reasons. He's put-out, starts complaining that we always allow this (dude, I'm the Monday night host, unless I'm closing the kitchen. Like hell I've ever let a crusty do that!), so I get Twatwaffle to talk to him.
She explains that for safety and fire code reasons, as well as making sure our servers get equal amounts of "guests", we cannot let him do that. I put them at a different set of two tables, confirm his server with him... and then have him request our dude manager's girlfriend, who I hate and want to set on fire. They were a pain in the ass, and other than them and a party of 10 we had after (so glad I set them elsewhere) we were so dead they sent me home half an hour early.
There were two others I wanted to shoot though. We had a mini-rush (5 parties came right in a row, that was it), and this bitch at the end, while I'm talking to the second group in line, shouts, "HEY CAN WE JUST GO SIT WHEREVER IN THE BAR?"
I flat-out told her that yes, if there's room in there after I seat the guests who got here first, but she had to wait her turn! She left. I was THRILLED.
Crusties who think they can help themselves just make me mad. No, you can't just sit wherever! There's a sign RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU that says you can't, and a line of people in front of you waiting to be sat. You don't know what's dirty, or which server has been cut, or which section closed. I need to know where you are so I can let your server know, or let the manager know who your server is if there's are problems.
I've had it with that place, and the crusties who go there. I'm dying to have someone call me for even an interview.
--Purveyor of Pizza
I was on day 2 of what I thought was a well deserved week long vacation yesterday when my store manager called me up and told me that, no, I wasn't on vacation and I'd better get back to the store the next morning for my shift.
I explained that I had put in the request weeks earlier and that he hadn't denied it. (He has a habit of letting requests expire and then scheduling them anyway. It's impossible to get him to use the company's system the right way.) I had also checked this week's schedule and I wasn't on it.
His (unconvincing) line was, "I don't know what you were looking at, but you're on the schedule."
I then explained that I was a whole state away. I live in the middle of one state and was all the way over in the middle of the next one, and this isn't New England. I explained that I had time and money invested in this trip the I would lose.
He countered with, "I'll have to contact HR tomorrow and they'll put you on administrative leave, code for "soon to be fired."
I tried to reason with him, but no dice. He kept interrupting and when I asked him to stop interrupting he kept saying, "Go ahead," every time I started talking. (Real mature.)
We're not 2 minutes in yet and he already jumps to, "I think you decided you were going take a vacation no matter what anyone said and you just left."
It was getting too heated so I said I'd call him back.
I have reason to believe that he changed the schedule after I left and pulled this bit to cover himself. He'd scheduled another guy who was leaving an extra day after his last day and the other guy couldn't do it. Everyone in the store knew I was going on vacation. I've had a horrible time with the Crusty's lately,and it's been freakishly busy, and I'm the only full-timer in my section, which is always manned by only one person. Vacation's all I've talked about lately.
He also said this was a busy time of year (Back to School), and nobody gets off. I had been surprised to get the time, and I know you'll all laugh at me but I thought I was being rewarded for my hard work. Yeah, stupid, I know.
On, the advice of Manager With A Clue who I called later, I opted to drive the 6 hours home. My wife knows I have a hard time staying awake on a long drive so she insisted on driving me. We left the kids with her mother (thank God we were staying with family) and got in the car. I slept in the car while she drove, got home at 2 am and got 4 hours in bed for a 7:50 am shift. The wife slept in and went back to finish her vacation with the kids, without me.
Went to work today and the moron was afraid to come near me. Didn't say a word all day, especially not "Thanks."
I called HR and have a case going now, for what that's worth. I'm quitting as soon as I can get new job anyway. I can stay there and look at myself in the mirror after that. MY parents actually said I should go apologize, "with my hat in my hands," for the mix up. SERIOUSLY.
End rant. For now.
Me: "Hey Dogbert, can I talk to you? I have vacation time that I need to use sometime in the next few months, or I will lose it. Is there a good time coming up when I can do that?"
Dogbert: "You tell me when you want to take your vacation, and I'll tell you if it's a good time."
Me: "Oh. See, I was wondering when it might be a better time for the company for me to take that vacation. I'm not really going to be doing anything special, and I can take it at any time, so I thought I'd check with you to see if one time or another would be better."
Dogbert: "You tell me when you want to take your vacation, and I'll tell you if it's a good time."
*Inner facepalm* Here's the thing about me: I must be helpful at all times. I was trying to be a team player. I didn't care WHAT the company was doing over the next few months, I just wanted to know what time would be better for me to be gone. But Dogbert seemed to think that withholding what time would be best for me to take a vacation meant that he was special or some shit.
So I just picked a week at random, put in my request and received it. Was it a good week for the company? Apparently not. The Thursday of my vacation week found me lounging on my couch reading a magazine, and the phone rang.
"Hi, Without Nametag. It's Dogbert. Listen, we're a bit short tomorrow. Can you come in and work? You can have the following Monday off."
"Gee, Dogbert. I'm sorry to say that I'm going out of town tomorrow to visit family. Unfortunately, I can't work."
Was it a rookie mistake to admit that I wasn't doing anything for my vacation? Yep. But I had tried to help him out, and when he refused, it meant that I could refuse to help him a second time. So I finished my magazine and called my mother. I didn't have plans for Friday before he called, but I sure as shit did now.
Best vacation ever,
So basically a year ago in the first week of August I gave not one, not two, but 3 WEEKS notice that I would be leaving P.C.C.C to move 4 and a half hours away. The date was set in stone and management gave me the ok. However... I remember going in and I was approached by my manager and she asked me:
"Hey I know that you put your last weeks in but can you come work the long weekend? We don't have enough people."
Okay let's go some stuff straight: - 3 weeks notice I'm quitting, long before the schedule is posted. - I'm moving and therefore I may have some final preparations to do at a moments notice.
I said sure and as far as I knew at that moment in time nothing would come up. Well as luck would have it 4 days before that I hit a snag with the move and couldn't work on my new 'last day'. So despite all the shit I've been through I gave them 3 days notice that I would be unable to come in to give them some time to look for someone to come in as opposed to not coming in at all; which I was told to do if they gave me a hard time. I was expecting the disappointment but this is what I got:
"Well Canadia it doesn't look good, I mean you said you could work that day."
Oh I'm sorry, I've only been talking about MOVING in with my then fiance the past few MONTHS. It's not a secret in the workplace. I'm also quitting I don't give two flying fucks what looks good to you. I gave you 3 weeks notice and the reason I was leaving which was moving and that as far as I knew I could work it. The reason I can't work is related to MOVING.
Instead of just not showing up I gave you a few days notice to give you as much time as I could. Even if I hadn't decided to take the shift that's a lack of planning on their part not mine. They were in the process of making the schedule for the weekend and instead of just booking people in, they went to the person that had already submitted that they were quitting to give more people time off. Yes 4 days notice isn't much but what's the worse they could have done to me? Fire me? It wasn't a "Oh I have plans that weekend I forgot to mention that just came up." It was, "Something's come up with the move I'm sorry but I can't work that day."
What was the thing that came up? Among packing and getting everything in order the next 2 days I was looking to adopt a cat. This cat and I had an instant connection from the moment we met, and I couldn't get anyone to get him for me since it had to be me. I begged with the SPCA to hold him for me if they could and the lady actually bent the rules so that I could take him home. I can't believe it's just shy of a year I've had this little guy. All 16 pounds of him xD. My fiance's exact quote:
"Leave it to you to pick out the biggest cat in the shelter."
It's KennelKitty with a rant and plea for advice. My poor brother. He works at the same place I used to and according to him, its even worse than when I left.
He never received the raise he was told he would get nor did he get the overnight summer hours he was also told he would get. So now he's stuck with crap hours that can change like there's no tomorrow. He will have work at 12 and get a call at 11:30 not to come in at all. This is happening weekly now.
That's not even counting the coworkers. FIVE have quit in the last month. Most new hires only last a few weeks. Anyone who puts in their two weeks is told they don't need to come in anymore after that day. When employees start leaving in droves, it's time to look around and see why.
They have become bipolar when it comes to calling in for an illness. If one of the girls called in "sick" (read: I have a party to go to) they would get the day off no questions asked. Sometimes they'd even call within the hour of the beginning of their shift! No problem. They would call either me or my brother to cover, and we would take the extra hours when possible.
Now, my brother was pretty sick and called in, telling them he would need that night off as well as a few extra days because he would not be well enough with only one day of rest. Had this been one of those girls, this would've been no problem. My brother? He needed to produce a doctors note THAT SAME DAY to not lose his job. The favoritism and lying has gotten out of control and he's tired of it! Hell, I'm tired of it and I don't even work there!
So to end that, he is looking do another job now. Ok. End rant. Now for my plea for advice.
I've had massive amounts of free time this summer so I decided to get a summer job. Well, nobody responded in a timely matter so I thought I was done for. But today I was contacted for a group interview later this week. I'm excited as well as a little freaked out because I've never done a group interview before! Any advice on what to expect? This is the job I've been wanting most (athlete working at an athletic store? Hell yeah!)
So I really don't want to screw it up, plus the extra cash is needed for a washer/dryer set. My mom can't have me washing my clothes at her house all the time! Thanks again RHU and may all your custies be nice,
I am a student, but I usually work part time. I had my mother get very ill in high school so I was only able to get one job for three months, before I had to quit it to take care of her. I tried a second job, but she died within a month of me starting so I had to quit to get my life in order.
I moved in with Dad, I started University, and between summer courses and all that I never really got much experience in. My father took me in, and while he means well, he's upper middle class, and he actually tells me that I have to either do school or work, but he won't pay for my school if I'm working, since he wants me to keep my scholarships.
The one loophole he let me have was working in the family business for a few hours a week online. This is a family business with my last name on it, so its very obvious that I was hired by blood not by skill. My best friends are both hardworking, poor, student debt laden college students so I know that I'm very lucky and that I need a dose of the real world, but so far its been too rough. :( I also have an anxiety disorder, but my shrink is with school so I don't have access to her from May-September.
Anyways, since I have only 2-3 jobs on my resume and I'm a few years into a hard degree, I took this summer off and drove to my hometown to try and get a real job and save up money. Unfortunately, most people didn't want to hire someone who definitely had to leave by August 20th, so the only place that did offer me a job, is a famous worldwide superstore on the very opposite end of town (about 20 mins on highway). I've been working there a month as of today, and I wanted advice to see if I'm just being a spoiled brat or what I could do.
I was hired on as a cashier for 27 hrs max a week (not including lunches). That's whats on my contract. I still work my other job about 10 hours a week, and babysit cousins so that was perfect since it meant I'd be working roughly 40-45 hrs a week. However they kept putting me in for 40 hours, then 35 hours, and then I finally got 27 hours as of this week. They also put me in a little checkout outside the main store and stranded me out there alone after only a day of cash training.
Out there is normally understaffed so the department manager started to get me to do other things, which I didn't mind, until it started to get worse and worse until I'm now expected to do the heavy lifting, gardening, selling furniture, watching over two open store entrances and a nearby cash register full of money by myself, cleaning etc on a normal day. People have been getting fired left right and center, and no one really cares about what happens to young workers since they know there's enough of us desperate for work that we won't quit.
Its gotten to the point now where they've stopped even trying to schedule things in so that people can go on breaks/lunches without worrying and they keep changing the schedule so that you can't check your hours without calling into the stressed, saucy Personnel lady. The more I call her the worse my hours get (3:30-11pm, then 7 am-3:30 the next day). She keeps screwing up schedules, and since we have no way of double checking them since the schedule on the computers is wrong, we are constantly short a man or getting calls about us "missing days" we weren't supposed to be in (she just called to bitch me out for not being in on my day off).
I haven't had my second 15 minute break in weeks, and one girl never gets them. Its not unusual to go in at 3 and not have supper until 9. No one hired on has any real knowledge of the things we're selling, and we're constantly getting told off by customers. It takes 20-30 minutes on any given day to get a manager to our area if the cash register needs fixing/cash and more than that to get one of the guys over with a flatbed cart to wheel out things. I never get to leave when I'm supposed to because there's usually a lineup of customers and no one around to take over the cash register.
I want to quit more than anything in my life, but I'm worried I'm just being a Spoiled brat. Worse yet, if I do quit, I would have to scramble to try and get another job which I would have to quit by August 20th. I have no idea what I can do or what I should do, but I'm really dreading going back in.
Thanks for any advice on either how to survive this job, or how to make myself stronger.
--<3 Spoiled Brat
Anyway, my complaint is about the shady attendance and hours mix ups that happen way too often. First, a lot of people just don't show up for work, and my bosses refuse to hire substitutes. In this line of work, they can get in serious trouble or shut down by the state of there are not enough people in each room.
Turnover is ridiculous--in the 8 months I've been there, we've gone through ten new hires who have quit. That's out of a staff of twenty. Because of this, the rest of us have to bust our butts to make up for it, but the administration will fudge our hours to avoid paying us overtime. I technically have an hour of overtime every week because I have people who are in my room past closing, but I don't get paid for it, and we're told to have the rooms cleaned and shut down while there are still people there.
When I was in a different room, I would work on my unpaid break because it was physically impossible to get everything done on the clock, and some bitchy co-worker tried to make me do her work as well as my own, plus an extra project my boss gave me. I'm okay with my pay because it's above minimum wage and I get an extra dollar because I have a master's degree, but the sad part is that almost everyone should be working on salary because of the education requirements but we are all paid by the hour.
The other thing is that they will change our hours and breaks with no discussion or notice. Today I was told to move my lunch break back 2 hours to help out in a room that didn't need help and apparently someone said I preferred late breaks, which is not true at all. I told them I need more than 5 minutes notice.
On top of all this is an atmosphere of gossip and spreading mean rumours, plus a couple of people who are just plain crazy, in a disgruntled employee comes back to shoot up the place kind of way. One evening I was working alone past closing and I was told not to answer the phone or door because the woman they just fired might try to get back in.
Anyway, I've always told my bosses that I'm glad to help where needed and I get that they want a family feel to the place, but switching everything around without telling me is really starting to get to me. I've been asked to come in when I got sick from food poisoning and was vomiting at work, and called early in the morning to come in early, then had my hours moved around to make up for it. The worst part is, when you ask to be given some advance notice, the bosses look at you like your just complaining to complain. What do you guys think, am I being dramatic about this or do I have a right to veto changes to my schedule? I'm getting more and more glad I'm leaving in 3 weeks!
So, we got the word, they're not re-opening our flooded location. Our district manager came by and gave us the news, but oh, it's not all so bad!
We can all drive to the nearest store (30 miles away), to work. Most of us (though there's only like, 6 of us left) take the city bus or walk to work. And if we refused, we would have voluntarily resigned. >_<
My boyfriend and I decided to move to Florida from good 'ol Misery, and I managed to swing a transfer to a local fabric store. The store is beautiful compared to my old one (the one that flooded, if you all remember that). It's a huge, new, pretty store. My new co-workers are pretty cool people, but I haven't met anyone I'm real buddy-buddy with.
The magic ended when I checked my schedule.
Apparently, it's a common thing around this store that the store manager will schedule someone to close, meaning they stay til 10 or 10:30, and then have them come in as early as 5am the next morning. I stayed until 8, three hours past my scheduled shift, and had to be in at 5. :/
I know it's legal as long as there's 8 hours between shifts, but my receiving manager has to stay until 11 and come back in at 5 the next morning. Nobody seems to be complaining for fear of losing their jobs, and I guess we all need the hours, but still. Damn. :/
As soon as the boyfriend finishes his medical training, I'm out.