Joe's Irritatingly Epic 7-Eleven Quest.
It's been almost a year (about 11 months) that I've worked for the corporation 7-Eleven. I use the word corporation carefully, because that's what it is. No franchises, a la Mac's. In fact, just a couple of weeks ago we received a letter from Head Office telling us, no joke, that "treating customers well will improve the business." We all had to sign off on the letter and adhere to the new "paradigm" of treating customers well. I might as well wear a drab suit, get addicted to coffee, and spend my time at work daydreaming about fucking my stay at home wife in the ass.
So flash forward to about 8 or 9 months in. A new guy gets hired, and is payed more than I was to do the graveyard shift. Interesting stuff. I don't take so kindly to it and I ask the bossman what's up. He tells me that he was just desperate to fill the graveyard position and that HIS boss was pissed off at him for doing that. So now that he's calmed me down abit I ask him if I can have a raise, as I've been there for quite awhile. He says yes, and explains to me that I must take several training courses to be elegible for a raise, and a promotion. I wish I was kidding.
I won't lie, it was a waste of time. It was stuff like ordering and learning to use the fancy shmancy lotto machine. Basically, stuff I'd been doing since the first month I was there. It was a waste of my bloody time, but I did it anyway because, well, they payed me for it. I manage to finish all the courses and tests by the end of November and my boss tells me that "it'll take a couple of paychecks for the raise to show up". He gives me a fancy "CERTIFIED Sales Associate" pin, so I give him the benefit of the doubt.
Let's recap: Almost a year of employment. Four, read 'em, four different stores. Shitty shifts that it took me the better part of the time to get off of. Ridiculously pointless training courses and tests taken with a more or less smile. A (mostly) friendly attitude to all the customers. And, not that it really matters, but not a medical expense covered or a sick day taken.
I open my paycheck. My hands temble. I figure that if it's at least a dollar, I'll consider staying, but you know, I figured it'd be more, as most of the employees there were being paid more than that. Sweat drops from my brow. I unfold the paper inside.
$0.25
They gave me, after all that... a twenty five cent raise. That's not a raise, that's glorified molestation. I was about to write a big rant about how ridiculous, no, offensive that is, but there's no point. I should've seen it coming.
Ah well.
Next up on the shitty job list: Domino's. I start thursday. Monday is quit day for 7-Eleven. Wish me luck.
For my roommates:
CHRISTINE (watching 'What a Girl Wants')
"Fuck, I hate Amanda Bynes. Let's watch Blue Crush instead."
So flash forward to about 8 or 9 months in. A new guy gets hired, and is payed more than I was to do the graveyard shift. Interesting stuff. I don't take so kindly to it and I ask the bossman what's up. He tells me that he was just desperate to fill the graveyard position and that HIS boss was pissed off at him for doing that. So now that he's calmed me down abit I ask him if I can have a raise, as I've been there for quite awhile. He says yes, and explains to me that I must take several training courses to be elegible for a raise, and a promotion. I wish I was kidding.
I won't lie, it was a waste of time. It was stuff like ordering and learning to use the fancy shmancy lotto machine. Basically, stuff I'd been doing since the first month I was there. It was a waste of my bloody time, but I did it anyway because, well, they payed me for it. I manage to finish all the courses and tests by the end of November and my boss tells me that "it'll take a couple of paychecks for the raise to show up". He gives me a fancy "CERTIFIED Sales Associate" pin, so I give him the benefit of the doubt.
Let's recap: Almost a year of employment. Four, read 'em, four different stores. Shitty shifts that it took me the better part of the time to get off of. Ridiculously pointless training courses and tests taken with a more or less smile. A (mostly) friendly attitude to all the customers. And, not that it really matters, but not a medical expense covered or a sick day taken.
I open my paycheck. My hands temble. I figure that if it's at least a dollar, I'll consider staying, but you know, I figured it'd be more, as most of the employees there were being paid more than that. Sweat drops from my brow. I unfold the paper inside.
$0.25
They gave me, after all that... a twenty five cent raise. That's not a raise, that's glorified molestation. I was about to write a big rant about how ridiculous, no, offensive that is, but there's no point. I should've seen it coming.
Ah well.
Next up on the shitty job list: Domino's. I start thursday. Monday is quit day for 7-Eleven. Wish me luck.
For my roommates:
CHRISTINE (watching 'What a Girl Wants')
"Fuck, I hate Amanda Bynes. Let's watch Blue Crush instead."