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So, work today sucked, as usual. I got called for not having a belt again, and Dre got SO pissed off at me. Then she put me on the schedule for next week, EVEN THOUGH I ASKED FOR IT OFF AND WROTE IT DOWN IN THE ASK OFF BOOK! Then I tried to talk to Beth about how I'm frusturated with the store (because she does that all the time, she is the worst trash talker ever, I'm dead serious, there isn't one person who she's called a terrible worker), and after talking about how I'm extremely frusturated with the schedule, she told me how she's going to be taking more day hours, because her family forgets to feed her little boy, and how that's bad. So my frusturation stayed inside me, because Beth is seriously the worst listener ever. She feels like she has to be the one talking, and she talks only about her fucked up family, herself, Caribou Coffee, or TaeKwonDo.
So in come Crissy and Eva, two of my favorite regulars. And we talk about how I'm thinking of quitting and going to Grandview theater, and they tell me that I can't leave, I'm their favorite worker, which just lightened my day. We had a good 20 minute conversation (that's $2.33 for talking about my life...yes!) about Caribou, and we decide that I just need to talk to Andrea about the schedule, and how I can't fucking stand working with Beth, and if I don't get more shifts with Gioia or Leslie, I'm gone, no questions asked.
Oh, and Beth is the worst register person ever. It seriously took her 15 minutes to count her drawer, and I ended up doing all the register person duties anyways, because she spent all her time in the back room counting the bakery, which I'm sure takes a normal person about 15 minutes, not 2 hours. So I had to do all the heavy work, and all the talking and all the "BAMA" (I HATE Bama...I think Claire is the only person who would understnad that) and all that. The funny thing? Beth's makin $11/hour. That's what you get when you work for Caribou for 5 years. Beth, get a real job.
So I'm going to tell Dre that "we need to talk", and tell her everything I'm not ok with. I'm not ok with her scheduling me with Beth, I'm not ok with how I got to open or work the mid shift 4 times this summer, and one was at another store, when I specifically told her that I wanted to close less this summer, I'm not ok with working every damned holiday there's been, I'm not ok with being the only one who gets called for their dress code, I'm not ok with just everything.
I just don't know...
So in come Crissy and Eva, two of my favorite regulars. And we talk about how I'm thinking of quitting and going to Grandview theater, and they tell me that I can't leave, I'm their favorite worker, which just lightened my day. We had a good 20 minute conversation (that's $2.33 for talking about my life...yes!) about Caribou, and we decide that I just need to talk to Andrea about the schedule, and how I can't fucking stand working with Beth, and if I don't get more shifts with Gioia or Leslie, I'm gone, no questions asked.
Oh, and Beth is the worst register person ever. It seriously took her 15 minutes to count her drawer, and I ended up doing all the register person duties anyways, because she spent all her time in the back room counting the bakery, which I'm sure takes a normal person about 15 minutes, not 2 hours. So I had to do all the heavy work, and all the talking and all the "BAMA" (I HATE Bama...I think Claire is the only person who would understnad that) and all that. The funny thing? Beth's makin $11/hour. That's what you get when you work for Caribou for 5 years. Beth, get a real job.
So I'm going to tell Dre that "we need to talk", and tell her everything I'm not ok with. I'm not ok with her scheduling me with Beth, I'm not ok with how I got to open or work the mid shift 4 times this summer, and one was at another store, when I specifically told her that I wanted to close less this summer, I'm not ok with working every damned holiday there's been, I'm not ok with being the only one who gets called for their dress code, I'm not ok with just everything.
I just don't know...