Misty Meanor here.
Misty Meanor here.
Working retail is stressful, annoying and tiring, but it's a job I chose so those are the consequences to it.
I've been working at my job for about 4 months, I've called in once due to being sick. I take other peoples shifts all the time, come in earlier than my scheduled shift (5 hours earlier) and I come in on my days off. One, because of money and 2) because I don't want them to be understaffed. I do them favors and you know what I don't expect to be guilt tripped when I call in. Yesterday I felt so emotionally and mentally drained because I hadn't had a day off and I was exhausted. Playing factors is that I have depression too, I'm medicated but sometimes I just can't deal. So knowing I felt sick, exhausted and everything in between I told my manager I might not be able to make it in tomorrow, but I would try to get someone to cover me, but if not I couldn't make it in. My manager said, "no you can't do that." Like excuse me?? I dedicate my days off and come in earlier to help you guys out and you're telling me I can't??
This manager calls in all the time for medical excuses. And honestly my disorders are considered that too, PLUS my store manager knows about my depression and said I can "call in if I'm not well." I literally gave them a day notice and she has the nerve to tell me I'm not allowed too??? I hate the double standards with my managers and it's not fair. Just because I'm reliable doesn't mean to treat me like don't have a life outside of work and sometimes I'm not well enough to go in.
From Former Mchell Manager:
I am so very, very, very, VERY frustrated right now. Frustrated, sad, and lonely. I may get a bit of flack for this, but I am quite honestly done with people who have kids getting priority over me. I am childless. But that does not mean I do not have a family or a life.
I have worked in the Fast Food industry for years. Too many years to admit. And time and time again, I see people who have kids get priority over people who do not. Now, I am not talking about "Oh, you have to work Halloween because Suzy needs to take her kids out for Halloween". I'm talking about people who have fairly older kids and go "I need to be out by X time and can't work weekends because of my child" and then jumps on Facebook every weekend and posts about how they dump their child onto a supposed non-existent babysitter and goes out camping/partying.
I'm talking about the Assistant Manager who never works a closing shift because she has kids, though her oldest is 12 years old, but "I want to be home to see them and to eat dinner with them!" That manager rarely works a closing shift. Last month, she had no closing shifts at all. If she does work a closing shift, it's maybe twice a month.
--Former McHell Manager
Currently working the front register for a small family business to pay off that wonderful student debt. I've got a collection of stories saved up that I'm finally getting around to typing out. We're a local deli/grocery cornerstore.
Not as many selections like a big chain grocer, but moreso than a gas station/convenience store; plus, we have choice meats, thick steaks, and other things you'd expect a meat counter to have. It's more expensive than what you could get at a big chain ($13.99/ LB. Strip Steaks and Ribeyes over Big Chain's $7.99/ LB., $5.99/ LB. for hamburger over $1.99/ LB.), but it sure is a helluva lot better in quality since we still cut the damn things ourselves and make 'burger from chuck and steak scraps.
In this particular tale, my boss (she is also part-owner) was going over new policies (can't remember what though) with me at the register when a customer came in to buy a newspaper. A lot of people who buy them typically just buy the paper and leave, and since we only make a dime off each of 'em, we always try to make them buy something else too.
This guy tells my boss that
Y'all should really put the newspapers by the door. People don't even know that y'all sell papers 'cause you put 'em so far into the store.
The boss then says
Sometimes folks take a paper and walk out without knowing they have to pay for them. We can't afford to give away papers for free.
The customer then tells her
Well, I think it's a waste of time to walk this far back when I can just grab one by the door.
Boss lady says
We want customers to come in and see what else they could buy [the papers sit right across from the meat case, and between candy bars and cold sodas].
The dude then has the nerve to say
Tell your boss to consider puttin' them at the front door then, or else I'll just go somewhere else to get my [local newspaper].
And without blinking, she says
Well, it's considered. I think I like the newspapers where they're at, so I'll keep them there. You can buy your newspaper elsewhere. Goodbye now, enjoy your day."
I stood there and witnessed it all.
So it has been awhile. I am currently keeping small children alive at a drop in daycare center in a gym.
However, I am feeling quite underappreciated by the boss lately...or actually stream of bosses.
Going on 3 years, 3 bosses, one temp boss.
1st boss was nice and I liked her however she got into an argument with a coworker over medical treatments and restrictions. Coworker went up the food chain and 1st boss was found to be WILDLY incompetent.
Temp boss comes in to clean her mess while the search for a new person goes on. Under Temp boss I am given the authority to basically run the daycares hours. We had 7 people 3 quit. I pull 45 hour weeks to keep it covered. After new boss is hired I am thanked and given a gift card. People were hired so I did not have to kill myself covering things
2nd boss is better. However it has been a year. Nubbinz knows there should be a performance review and raise. Nothing happens. Words were said and write ups were threatened. Pattern repeats with new boss over tiny things.
Year 2 of work passes and 2nd boss is stepping down. Her last week she gives me a performance review I agree with and a raise that is double a yearly one.
However, I had a chat with a friend who was briefly hired by 2nd boss right after she started. 2nd boss had given her a STARTING rate that was still higher than my raise. I have also overheard a conversation that I should not have heard that another coworker is also receiving higher since she started.
I am back and forth if I should ask what the f is up with this to new 3rd boss. All of us in the daycare have similar backgrounds. I have been working the longest and while I have had arguements my record is clean. I just want to know why it took me 2 years of working my butt off to get the same rate that my coworkers were given from the start. The consensus IRL is that if I ask I need to have another job on hand.
From an RHUer:
I've been following this blog for years, but I thought I'd never have a story that would reach the level of retail hell.
The store I work for is the usual 9 to 9 affair. However very briefly we were allotted overnight hours to get some stocking done. Since our back room was overflowing, and not ordering a truck was out of the question. Typical corporate mentality. So I agreed to pick up as many night shifts as possible, because there would be shift differential(being poor also helps). Only on the clause that I wouldn't have to open the store, or work morning shifts.
Fast forward it's my third overnight shift. Just got home from work, plum dead tired, been asleep for a little more than an hour.
Phone call from my store. Wakes up everyone in my house(we all work night shift). It's my store manager asking me if I can come in at that very second. I give them the whole spiel about working the night before, and remind them about my availability. My manager apologies for waking me up, is very polite, and understands my point of view. End of story right?
Wrong! A couple hours latter different manager from a different store calls. This time the caller ID listed it as unknown number so my roommate picked it up thinking it was their place of work this time. I don't know what this manager said to my roommate, but my roommate still insists on referring to that manager as the rudest person on earth.
I get handed the phone, and am insulted for not picking it up. Before I could get a word in edgewise I'm rudely screamed at to come into work at that very second. Now I was in the middle of washing my work uniform so I couldn't come in even if I wanted to. I try to explain this to them, but they doesn't listen. Even to the point where they accuse me of lying.
Again I say no, and I get hit by a whirlwind of screaming. Followed by a guilt trip that they'll have to close the store if I don't come in. I was the first person they called, and free hours go fast so i doubt that would have been the case. Not wanting to get cussed at, or berated anymore i hung up. Since my patience was very thin from being woken up before. I figured not getting involved in a screaming match was the safest bet.
A week later I hear through the corporate grape vine that I almost lost my job, because the manager complained that I was rude to them. When their phone etiquette was akin to a screeching monkey. With the only reason i still have my job was the first manager who called me. Who put their foot down, and brought up the fact that they had called me earlier. Basically the second manager was out of line for making arrangements for other stores.
She tried to claim that she was calling a different employee from her store. With some shlock that the numbers were similar, but that doesn't make up for the fact that they used my name in conversation. Being I'm the only person who has that name whose currently employed with the company in that state.
They did find another employee to fill in the hours that day, but as punishment everyone's hours got cut. Now there even more empty spots in the schedule, and they've been calling more often for people to come in on their days off. It's gotten so bad there are literally days when we are open where nobody is scheduled to work. Plus on top of that everyone who works there is quitting. With people either getting two days a week, or getting scheduled 1 day every two weeks.
Gotta love corporate logic. Having a problem that's not really an issue. Let's make it worse, and then wonder how it got so bad.