fuck.
Well.
I just spent ten minutes getting screamed at my my "manager" for trying to help. See, one of our guys went on vacation and when he gets back will only be available for one day a week. We have known this for a month now. Nothing has been done about it. So I decided last night while it was quiet to work out a POTENTIAL schedule which I would then come in today (my day OFF) to talk about with the higher ups. My "manager" - who, incidentally, most of the staff bitch about - proceeded to scream about how it wouldn't work, mostly because I dared to give a shift to one of our employees who JUST had all her hours cut, right after she moved into a new more expensive apartment. Why would he be so mad? Simply because he doesn't like her.
I am so pissed. I took the time to mock up a POTENTIAL schedule (potential!) that gave the one girl the six puny hours she needed, gave my favourite gayboy his one shift that he wanted, gave the religious freak Sunday off, took into account various school schedules, AND gave my "manager" back his Mon - Fri... and all he could do was yell. I left the store and promptly burst into tears of rage and frustration.
The next words I hear out of his mouth had better be "I'm sorry" and I plan to inform my boss that if the "manager" EVER speaks to me again that way, I am quitting at once. This job is sweet, but not THAT fucking sweet.
Ruined a perfect day, too. I bought a new corset, bought Shawna some Dorothy high heels (ie: red and sparkly), and most importantly managed to get nostalgic for a dollar by buying one of these. Mine is purple. His name is Dieter. (Make sure to watch the videos there. They're fucking epic and watching them has just cheered me up almost completely. ...that and wine.)
[eta] Got my apology phonecall right on schedule.
I just spent ten minutes getting screamed at my my "manager" for trying to help. See, one of our guys went on vacation and when he gets back will only be available for one day a week. We have known this for a month now. Nothing has been done about it. So I decided last night while it was quiet to work out a POTENTIAL schedule which I would then come in today (my day OFF) to talk about with the higher ups. My "manager" - who, incidentally, most of the staff bitch about - proceeded to scream about how it wouldn't work, mostly because I dared to give a shift to one of our employees who JUST had all her hours cut, right after she moved into a new more expensive apartment. Why would he be so mad? Simply because he doesn't like her.
I am so pissed. I took the time to mock up a POTENTIAL schedule (potential!) that gave the one girl the six puny hours she needed, gave my favourite gayboy his one shift that he wanted, gave the religious freak Sunday off, took into account various school schedules, AND gave my "manager" back his Mon - Fri... and all he could do was yell. I left the store and promptly burst into tears of rage and frustration.
The next words I hear out of his mouth had better be "I'm sorry" and I plan to inform my boss that if the "manager" EVER speaks to me again that way, I am quitting at once. This job is sweet, but not THAT fucking sweet.
Ruined a perfect day, too. I bought a new corset, bought Shawna some Dorothy high heels (ie: red and sparkly), and most importantly managed to get nostalgic for a dollar by buying one of these. Mine is purple. His name is Dieter. (Make sure to watch the videos there. They're fucking epic and watching them has just cheered me up almost completely. ...that and wine.)
[eta] Got my apology phonecall right on schedule.