Another strange one in the chain of many..
I quit my job today.
Bet ya didn't see that one come'n.
It feels good. Real good.
In a rundown of strange events. Our DM showed up today with a 'manager in training' (MT). Said MT is the epitome of fucking corporate ignorance. A real go getter. Who over-sells his customers, with dollar signs in his sights. Something that we've been striving to move far from in the last few months, as a business. Well.. at our end of the business. Our store. That's the problem with the automotive industry. Everybody thinks they are getting screwed by those in the profession. And I'll be honest. You are. However, there are levels to how far the dick goes in your ass. Most places sell you something you don't need. Outright. Be paranoid. Make marks on your tires before you have them rotated. Make sure you are paying for what you get. Up until today - I could guarantee you would be from where I was working. We never over-sold anything. If we told you you needed brake pads. You needed them. Up until today - there was no charge for tire rotations and balancing if you were one of our regular customers. Actually.. we gave a lot of things away, if need be. Today.. the MT sold a service that was not needed. Minimal - a rear brake clean and adjust or in other terms - 20 bucks.. but still sold it to a customer with rotors so clean you could practically see your reflection in them. Now, I'm not a technician. I'll be the first to admit that. However, when two technicians near by state that the work should not be done because it is not needed.. hmm. Figure that one out.
I refuse to work for a place that sticks the dick more than halfway in, per prior reference. I refuse to work for some bloody fucking Texan, cowboy boots and all, that chooses to be called Buzz. He wasn't named Buzz. He actually chose that.. that.. god. I can't even call it a name. And I can't help but find the irony in it. All day he was jumping from person to person. "What are you doing?" "What's this?" "What's going on here?". Buzzzz Buzzzzz. Annoying little shit.
Despite all that I am writing here - I feel really fucking good. I already had a job offer. Need to call the guy tomorrow. I have a few other leads. I'm not worried. And that feels pretty good, too.
Bet ya didn't see that one come'n.
It feels good. Real good.
In a rundown of strange events. Our DM showed up today with a 'manager in training' (MT). Said MT is the epitome of fucking corporate ignorance. A real go getter. Who over-sells his customers, with dollar signs in his sights. Something that we've been striving to move far from in the last few months, as a business. Well.. at our end of the business. Our store. That's the problem with the automotive industry. Everybody thinks they are getting screwed by those in the profession. And I'll be honest. You are. However, there are levels to how far the dick goes in your ass. Most places sell you something you don't need. Outright. Be paranoid. Make marks on your tires before you have them rotated. Make sure you are paying for what you get. Up until today - I could guarantee you would be from where I was working. We never over-sold anything. If we told you you needed brake pads. You needed them. Up until today - there was no charge for tire rotations and balancing if you were one of our regular customers. Actually.. we gave a lot of things away, if need be. Today.. the MT sold a service that was not needed. Minimal - a rear brake clean and adjust or in other terms - 20 bucks.. but still sold it to a customer with rotors so clean you could practically see your reflection in them. Now, I'm not a technician. I'll be the first to admit that. However, when two technicians near by state that the work should not be done because it is not needed.. hmm. Figure that one out.
I refuse to work for a place that sticks the dick more than halfway in, per prior reference. I refuse to work for some bloody fucking Texan, cowboy boots and all, that chooses to be called Buzz. He wasn't named Buzz. He actually chose that.. that.. god. I can't even call it a name. And I can't help but find the irony in it. All day he was jumping from person to person. "What are you doing?" "What's this?" "What's going on here?". Buzzzz Buzzzzz. Annoying little shit.
Despite all that I am writing here - I feel really fucking good. I already had a job offer. Need to call the guy tomorrow. I have a few other leads. I'm not worried. And that feels pretty good, too.