As promised...work rant

[melbert]

Ok, so when the bosses approached me with the idea of becoming the store manager at the K'ville store, they informed me that they'd be doing the same with the guys that would be running the other stores. Here's what they said (summarizing mind you...don't remember exact:P) You'll be expected to work 50 hours a week You will get a bonus based on the store's performance (ie. Sales), labour %, food cost and store upkeep You're in charge of hiring and firing You need to do inventory every week and then again on the month end. The inventory then needs to be put into a spreadsheet and sent to the bosses on either a weekly or monthly basis There was a lot of other things involved but that was the majority of it. Anyway, Let's call him um...Dick (for lack of a better name at the moment *giggles*) was given the same speech. Also, let's remember that he'd be running a store that grosses a HELL of a lot more than mine. Like about 50% more. His potetial for bonuses was HUGE. If he'd have done his fucking job. Skip forward a few months. Dick says he's burned out. Dick can't do the job. See Dick whine. Blah blah blah. Keith tells me all of this and all the while I'm thinking to myself...this is going to end very very BADLY. About two weeks ago, they decided to fire him...but not really. He's now returned to the Coldwater store and is driving again. Well fine, go him. We all knew that he'd not been doing a lot of the job. For example, he'd never done a single inventory. Not. A. One. Fucker. I'm in there religiously, every Tuesday, early, so that I can do the weekly and the monthly gets done EVERY month on the last day of the month. Go me. So yeah, he'd not been doing that and because of that, he'd not gotten a single bonus. He hadn't attempted to lower labour costs so THAT was hurting him too. He started falling behind on hiring and would end up short handed a few times, even asking for some of my people for Fridays and such. Ok, so onward, he's fired now. All is right in the world...KINDA! Fucker. The truth always starts coming out after someone quits or gets fired. In this case, it just KEEPS getting better. Apparently, his 50 hours a week was bogus. He was clocking in at 3, opening the store, then around 4 or 5, he'd leave and not come back to the store until around 9 or 10 and would stay to close the store. Asshat. You're probably wondering why this is bothering me. Well, it's like this. Dick is a fucking single guy. No kids, no wife, not even a girlfried. He's not in school, not going to college and from what I understand, he's not even living in his own place, he's still at his parents' house. WHAT. THE. FUCK. But he's burned out. He coudln't take it. Too many hours. Too much work. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!? I have a house to take care of, two kids, and a husband and I still manage to get my fucking job done. I work my 50 hours and then some most times. Sure, there are weeks when I don't quite hit 50 but it's pretty damn close. Fucker. When Keith told me about all this shit he's finding out, I hit the roof. I came unglued. I was screaming at him over the phone and he just kept saying, "I understand why you're pissed. You can be mad at us (meaning him and Glenn, the other owner) all you want, I don't blame you." Hell with that. I'm not mad at THEM, I'm fucking PISSED at Dick. He shouldn't need babysat to make sure his job is done and done right. That's why they offered us the job. Grrr.....I'm pretty much over it but damnit all if it doesn't leave a chapped spot on my ass. Just not right. If it had been me, I'd have been fired a long time ago. See Dick fuck over the bosses. Watch Dick make asses of everyone. See Dick laugh. Laugh Dick Laugh. *kicks Dick in the fucking head*
So yeah...that's my work rant about THAT shit....

Other than that, everything is going pretty well. I feel so ooooooooold! It's almost 9:30 in the PM and I'm ready for bed *giggles* Sitting here in my Spongebob flannel jammie pants (Spongebob Jammie Pants!) wishing Devin didn't have a friend over for the night (looks like he's actually going to STAY this time...damnit) so I could just veg out in my underwear and listen to my nifty collection of legally sanctioned (for the most part:P) music or watch movies that have absolutely no point at all (case and point: Anchorman or Dodgeball...nothing like mindless comedy when you're exhausted:D) But not with strange kids in the house. Just hope I remember that he's there in the mornign and don't go wandering through the house in my underwear or worse (!) *giggles*

Mental note to self: STOP IT! It's probably not good for you. You'll probably go blind or something.
Mental note to self #2: You need to find something (read someONE) else to obsess over. It's not necessary to know every detail about someone;)

Found something weird with Nine Inch Nails songs...You could almost write an entire paragraph using only the song titles and a few filler words. Seriously. Try it. It's good clean fun for the entire family.

Ok, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I guess it's a good thing I don't have to look at the keyboard to type *giggleS* Going the fuck to bed because it sounds like a great idea.

Ayúdeme yo estoy en el infierno

*wonders how accurate that is*

*drifts off into the wonderful world of dreams*