Work sucks.
So this new manager got hired at Victoria's Secret a couple of weeks ago and when she first came, I tried to be really helpful, make suggestions to make things go more smoothly, etc. But there was always like this tension between us. No matter what I did, she'd always have something to criticize me about, and every time she'd approach me I'd visibly bristle because I'd be afraid she'd reprimand me for something. Also, she's been underutilizing me ever since she came on. I'm one of the best employees there, always being able to pull in credit, I can perform bra fittings, process, etc. Any thing they want me to do I can do, plus I'm always happy to cover shifts when I can, stay late, etc. Anyway, every time I work with her she's always putting me in room one, where you stick people that don't do anything. Like, all you do up there is greet customers and straighten panties! I couldn't figure out why she hated me.
So last Sunday, I was scheduled open to close. Meaning, I was working all fucking day, and I was the only person doing that beside the manager. Every one else had these little 4 hour shifts and as they hours went by, I saw her sending every one else on their 15 minute breaks, but never asked me. I knew I was due to have a lunch at 4, but that was nearly 6 hours after I'd started. Finally, at 3:30pm, I approached her, asking if I'd forgotten to take a break, and verifying that I had two 15 minute breaks and a half hour lunch (the other manager had told me that I got these). She said that all I was getting was the lunch. I ran in the back to look at the Washington State Labor Laws poster to read the state requirements, and let her know that in WA state you're eligible for a 10 minute break for every 4 hours you work, and a half hour lunch for every 6 hours (this was in a nice way, by the way, not in a bitchy manner). She got fucking pissed at me and shooed me away, and when I finally went in the back at 4 to take me lunch I heard her talking shit about me with my coworkers! No, not other managers, my fucking peers! Then she was like, Lisette, we need to have a one on one.
Let me first mention that I was feeling really shitty that day. I've been really sick for the past week or so and I have no clue what's going on. But anyway, she spouted off all of these complaints she had about me, that I never listen to her, etc. etc. She had been treating me so horribly fo so long it was like the straw that broke the camel's back and even though I was telling myself, "No Lisette, DON'T fucking do it! DO NOT do it, pull your fucking self together, you need to be calm and professional!" I fucking burst out crying and blurted out all this shit in reply about how I didn't understand why she hated me and all I'd ever done was try to make her job easier and all she ever does is criticize me, etc., in defense of myself. The whole thing lasted like an hour and EVERYONE in the store knew what was going on. So now I feel like the crappiest, most unprofessional gigantic baby of an employee in the world.
I fucking HATE retail; they pay you shit money for a really challenging job where you have to deal with asshole people all day long, and then they give you the meanest person in the planet to keep you in check and tell you what to do! How is it that I can work at this top-secret, mega-important biomedical company where they like, scan your fingerprint and stuff when you go into work but pay you really good money to do a fairly easy, but important job like I did last summer, yet a fucking store at the mall can be so much more horrible??
I also quit Old Navy. But it's really depressing to think that this will be my life, some way or another, for the next several years until I graduate and get a successful CAREER, not job.
So last Sunday, I was scheduled open to close. Meaning, I was working all fucking day, and I was the only person doing that beside the manager. Every one else had these little 4 hour shifts and as they hours went by, I saw her sending every one else on their 15 minute breaks, but never asked me. I knew I was due to have a lunch at 4, but that was nearly 6 hours after I'd started. Finally, at 3:30pm, I approached her, asking if I'd forgotten to take a break, and verifying that I had two 15 minute breaks and a half hour lunch (the other manager had told me that I got these). She said that all I was getting was the lunch. I ran in the back to look at the Washington State Labor Laws poster to read the state requirements, and let her know that in WA state you're eligible for a 10 minute break for every 4 hours you work, and a half hour lunch for every 6 hours (this was in a nice way, by the way, not in a bitchy manner). She got fucking pissed at me and shooed me away, and when I finally went in the back at 4 to take me lunch I heard her talking shit about me with my coworkers! No, not other managers, my fucking peers! Then she was like, Lisette, we need to have a one on one.
Let me first mention that I was feeling really shitty that day. I've been really sick for the past week or so and I have no clue what's going on. But anyway, she spouted off all of these complaints she had about me, that I never listen to her, etc. etc. She had been treating me so horribly fo so long it was like the straw that broke the camel's back and even though I was telling myself, "No Lisette, DON'T fucking do it! DO NOT do it, pull your fucking self together, you need to be calm and professional!" I fucking burst out crying and blurted out all this shit in reply about how I didn't understand why she hated me and all I'd ever done was try to make her job easier and all she ever does is criticize me, etc., in defense of myself. The whole thing lasted like an hour and EVERYONE in the store knew what was going on. So now I feel like the crappiest, most unprofessional gigantic baby of an employee in the world.
I fucking HATE retail; they pay you shit money for a really challenging job where you have to deal with asshole people all day long, and then they give you the meanest person in the planet to keep you in check and tell you what to do! How is it that I can work at this top-secret, mega-important biomedical company where they like, scan your fingerprint and stuff when you go into work but pay you really good money to do a fairly easy, but important job like I did last summer, yet a fucking store at the mall can be so much more horrible??
I also quit Old Navy. But it's really depressing to think that this will be my life, some way or another, for the next several years until I graduate and get a successful CAREER, not job.