holy crap
Yeah.... so... I got my review today at Willie Farms.... NOT HAPPY.... Not even fucking close.....
So, I've been telling my managers (yes, the s is there because I've had two in the last six months) that I can't survive on 30 hours a week much longer. I've said it's barely covering rent, let alone everything else I need. I've also told my district, regional, and the owner of the fucking company that I need a promotion to management. That I NEED to be guaranteed 40 hours a week..... that I need a pay raise....
Here's the breakdown.....
It started yesterday......
MANAGER: "Julia, would you like to work next Saturday doing the truck?"
ME: "I'll have to see."
MANAGER: "Well, I need to know now, so that I can post the schedule today." (add your own attitude)
ME: "Ummmmm... Ok, but as I said, I'll have to check. I'll either be in Akron or the cabin, weather pending. If I have a car, I'll drive from Akron, but if not, I wont expect Jon to pick me up Friday to wake up early Saturday to drive me back into Amherst, just to pick me up again after a few hours. So, really, I'll have to check."
MANAGER: "You know, Julia. If you really want to go into management, you really need to begin to sacrifice things every now and then. You can't just go to the cabin every weekend!"
I know, right? I mean, really? Let me add here that I was working my father's shift, as he was home sick. I came in EARLY and sacrificed three hours sleep to help out that stupid ass store.... Plus, I worked an extra 6 hours the week before, since our regular mid-shift person was arrested....
ME: "Oh, really? Is that all it would take to get promoted? Funny, I've worked more extra schedules in the last year alone than I ever did when I've worked here before, and where am I? Still a cashier at store 363, making coffee and being nice to people. Damn!"
She then glares at me, walks into the office. She emerges about 10 minutes later...
MANAGER: "I have you on the schedule as tentative. If you could come in, that would be helpful. If not, no big deal."
Oh really? No big deal? 10 minutes ago it was a HUGE deal! I spoke to everyone in management that day because I wanted to know how it's up to me to fill in a shift for a store that continuously fucks me in the ass without lube every chance it gets.
So, if that wasn't enough to make me want to walk out, she then comes up with this:
SCENE: Me, another manager on duty (Nick, my work boyfriend), and his friend who just got hired are goofing off. I'm actually doing work filling the coffee packets and getting rid of empty boxes...
MANAGER: (storming out on the floor in front of customers) "You know, Julia," I love how she starts everything off with that.... because obviously, I wasn't aware.... "If you spent a little less time talking, and more time working, you'd would have been in management!" (storms off the floor)
Work boyfriend then begins to beg me to not quit.... he knew it was about to be brutal, that I was going to flip my shit..... But I took the high road.... I was good.... I tried.... Lord help me, I tried....
Which brings me to today..... I was told that she was going to fill out the final copy of my year evaluation. She said she was going to have me look at it when it was done and that I would then sign it and she'd send it in.....
Keep in mind that I work until 3. I'm there until 3:15 while the morons that come in after me fart around with their shit..... then I'm done.... She leaves today at 3:10. She tells me that she left the evaluation on the desk. This worries me.
I look at the evaluation.... Apparently, I don't tell enough customers to fuck off soon enough to her liking. I also don't do enough cleaning around the coffee area (Which, btw, when the health inspector comes in, tells me how disgusting it was before I came back). I also don't have a flexible enough schedule, although, I cover any shifts I can, and have covered many (which makes NO sense, but whatever).
Then I come to the, "IS THIS EMPLOYEE PROMOTABLE?"
Its answer?
WITHIN THE YEAR
yes. you read that correctly.
A FUCKING YEAR?! Perhaps I didn't state to them over the last six months, I CAN'T AFFORD TO WAIT LONGER THAN OCTOBER 31st TO GET THIS FUCKING PROMOTION! I mean, seriously.... I was so longing to write in big, bold, black (nice alliteration) letters "2 WEEKS NOTICE" and let her see that first thing in the morning when she comes in..... I couldn't believe it.......
So, I have to decide if going full time in collections (even if it is good paper) is going to be the best idea ever or the biggest mistake of my life......
Yeah....
Then Jon turns into a complete ignorant asshole just now..... relationships rock....
I quit life.... here's my two weeks.
So, I've been telling my managers (yes, the s is there because I've had two in the last six months) that I can't survive on 30 hours a week much longer. I've said it's barely covering rent, let alone everything else I need. I've also told my district, regional, and the owner of the fucking company that I need a promotion to management. That I NEED to be guaranteed 40 hours a week..... that I need a pay raise....
Here's the breakdown.....
It started yesterday......
MANAGER: "Julia, would you like to work next Saturday doing the truck?"
ME: "I'll have to see."
MANAGER: "Well, I need to know now, so that I can post the schedule today." (add your own attitude)
ME: "Ummmmm... Ok, but as I said, I'll have to check. I'll either be in Akron or the cabin, weather pending. If I have a car, I'll drive from Akron, but if not, I wont expect Jon to pick me up Friday to wake up early Saturday to drive me back into Amherst, just to pick me up again after a few hours. So, really, I'll have to check."
MANAGER: "You know, Julia. If you really want to go into management, you really need to begin to sacrifice things every now and then. You can't just go to the cabin every weekend!"
I know, right? I mean, really? Let me add here that I was working my father's shift, as he was home sick. I came in EARLY and sacrificed three hours sleep to help out that stupid ass store.... Plus, I worked an extra 6 hours the week before, since our regular mid-shift person was arrested....
ME: "Oh, really? Is that all it would take to get promoted? Funny, I've worked more extra schedules in the last year alone than I ever did when I've worked here before, and where am I? Still a cashier at store 363, making coffee and being nice to people. Damn!"
She then glares at me, walks into the office. She emerges about 10 minutes later...
MANAGER: "I have you on the schedule as tentative. If you could come in, that would be helpful. If not, no big deal."
Oh really? No big deal? 10 minutes ago it was a HUGE deal! I spoke to everyone in management that day because I wanted to know how it's up to me to fill in a shift for a store that continuously fucks me in the ass without lube every chance it gets.
So, if that wasn't enough to make me want to walk out, she then comes up with this:
SCENE: Me, another manager on duty (Nick, my work boyfriend), and his friend who just got hired are goofing off. I'm actually doing work filling the coffee packets and getting rid of empty boxes...
MANAGER: (storming out on the floor in front of customers) "You know, Julia," I love how she starts everything off with that.... because obviously, I wasn't aware.... "If you spent a little less time talking, and more time working, you'd would have been in management!" (storms off the floor)
Work boyfriend then begins to beg me to not quit.... he knew it was about to be brutal, that I was going to flip my shit..... But I took the high road.... I was good.... I tried.... Lord help me, I tried....
Which brings me to today..... I was told that she was going to fill out the final copy of my year evaluation. She said she was going to have me look at it when it was done and that I would then sign it and she'd send it in.....
Keep in mind that I work until 3. I'm there until 3:15 while the morons that come in after me fart around with their shit..... then I'm done.... She leaves today at 3:10. She tells me that she left the evaluation on the desk. This worries me.
I look at the evaluation.... Apparently, I don't tell enough customers to fuck off soon enough to her liking. I also don't do enough cleaning around the coffee area (Which, btw, when the health inspector comes in, tells me how disgusting it was before I came back). I also don't have a flexible enough schedule, although, I cover any shifts I can, and have covered many (which makes NO sense, but whatever).
Then I come to the, "IS THIS EMPLOYEE PROMOTABLE?"
Its answer?
WITHIN THE YEAR
yes. you read that correctly.
A FUCKING YEAR?! Perhaps I didn't state to them over the last six months, I CAN'T AFFORD TO WAIT LONGER THAN OCTOBER 31st TO GET THIS FUCKING PROMOTION! I mean, seriously.... I was so longing to write in big, bold, black (nice alliteration) letters "2 WEEKS NOTICE" and let her see that first thing in the morning when she comes in..... I couldn't believe it.......
So, I have to decide if going full time in collections (even if it is good paper) is going to be the best idea ever or the biggest mistake of my life......
Yeah....
Then Jon turns into a complete ignorant asshole just now..... relationships rock....
I quit life.... here's my two weeks.