So I quit my job
Well, I turned in my 2 week notice at Wild Wings. It was hard, but I'm putting the oh-so glamorous life a wing cook behind me.
I have no regrets in turning it in, however I am going to miss the people I work with the most. Honestly, they are what made that job and made me always, in a way, look forward to going back to work.
Since I still feel like ranting; I'm going to relate what happened and my reasoning for quitting. Feel free to skip this part as it will probably bore almost everybody.
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So, I closed the store last tuesday night. They had me closing with a new guy who had maybe gone through the routine twice...and that's a stretch. Apparently, this was also our new manager's first night closing (I thought that she had closed before, but I guess I was mistaken). Regardless, I run through my checklist and tell the new guy what to do. I guess there was a miscommunication and some of the chores didn't get finished. The new manager must have missed them too. She did my walk through and said I was good to go. However, I stayed around for an extra hour because I had to give Ian a ride home (he broke his car, so I've been trying to help by giving him rides). And I would have been more than happy to correct any closing mistakes if she had found any.
I come into work Monday, having been absent from work since Tuesday, and I see that Chris, my manager, had cut my hours, and had left a note on the board about how he felt "the new manager had been taken advantage of, and that he cut his lead closer's hours (my hours) back because of it." I was irate. Where in the hell does he come off saying that I would disrespect a manager like that. I closed that fucking store for 4 months straight, 5 nights a week and never complained. I have worked EVERY home football game. I trained in Columbus and trained to run the expo window because they asked me to. Anytime I got sick I ALWAYS had a documented excuse, and I am always early.
Needless to say I felt very offended. I felt like Chris had insulted me, made an example out of me, and let whatever problems the management had with me become a public matter. All while I was out of town. Dick move on his part, if you ask me.
So, I spent the first four hours of work Monday absolutely livid. There has been way too much bullshit going on at work, and I have had very strong moral objections to some of the ongoings at the store (our GM is another rant entirely). I came to the conclusion that I would sleep on it and talk to Chris the next day. I also decided that there was no way in hell I would just stand idly by and let him insult me and make an example of me. I must have missed the part of my job description that said 'take other people's shit and train managers on how to do their jobs'.
Chris said that it was a misunderstanding and that he had not meant to offend me. However, he fessed up to trying to make an example out of me, and I eventually got him to agree that he should have approached me first before cutting my hours and publicly reprimanding me. I thought that his 'I didn't think I needed to talk to you since I haven't had any problems with you' was a pretty funny argument. Fuck that, if you are going to cut somebodies hours you better talk to them about it. He apologized to me, but I had already made up my mind.
I'm sure this may come across as me overreacting, and under normal conditions I would probably agree with you. I try to always give people a second chance, but this is not the first time that there has been some stupid petty bullshit at work. To be absolutely honest, there are almost no mangers that I respect as managers and only a couple that I feel are actually 'good' people.
***End Rant***
So, I'm going to be working for my folks again, which sucks, but I think the pay will actually come out better for me. Plus, this is only temporary. My background check has to be almost finished and maybe I can start substitute teaching. Plus, this will give me a chance to get all my ducks in a row and start working on going back to school. I fear I've missed the deadlines for the spring, but I won't be much further behind if I start in the summer. Oh well, life goes on. At least now I'll have my nights and weekends free. Plus I plan to get completely hammered on my last day of work.
I have no regrets in turning it in, however I am going to miss the people I work with the most. Honestly, they are what made that job and made me always, in a way, look forward to going back to work.
Since I still feel like ranting; I'm going to relate what happened and my reasoning for quitting. Feel free to skip this part as it will probably bore almost everybody.
***
So, I closed the store last tuesday night. They had me closing with a new guy who had maybe gone through the routine twice...and that's a stretch. Apparently, this was also our new manager's first night closing (I thought that she had closed before, but I guess I was mistaken). Regardless, I run through my checklist and tell the new guy what to do. I guess there was a miscommunication and some of the chores didn't get finished. The new manager must have missed them too. She did my walk through and said I was good to go. However, I stayed around for an extra hour because I had to give Ian a ride home (he broke his car, so I've been trying to help by giving him rides). And I would have been more than happy to correct any closing mistakes if she had found any.
I come into work Monday, having been absent from work since Tuesday, and I see that Chris, my manager, had cut my hours, and had left a note on the board about how he felt "the new manager had been taken advantage of, and that he cut his lead closer's hours (my hours) back because of it." I was irate. Where in the hell does he come off saying that I would disrespect a manager like that. I closed that fucking store for 4 months straight, 5 nights a week and never complained. I have worked EVERY home football game. I trained in Columbus and trained to run the expo window because they asked me to. Anytime I got sick I ALWAYS had a documented excuse, and I am always early.
Needless to say I felt very offended. I felt like Chris had insulted me, made an example out of me, and let whatever problems the management had with me become a public matter. All while I was out of town. Dick move on his part, if you ask me.
So, I spent the first four hours of work Monday absolutely livid. There has been way too much bullshit going on at work, and I have had very strong moral objections to some of the ongoings at the store (our GM is another rant entirely). I came to the conclusion that I would sleep on it and talk to Chris the next day. I also decided that there was no way in hell I would just stand idly by and let him insult me and make an example of me. I must have missed the part of my job description that said 'take other people's shit and train managers on how to do their jobs'.
Chris said that it was a misunderstanding and that he had not meant to offend me. However, he fessed up to trying to make an example out of me, and I eventually got him to agree that he should have approached me first before cutting my hours and publicly reprimanding me. I thought that his 'I didn't think I needed to talk to you since I haven't had any problems with you' was a pretty funny argument. Fuck that, if you are going to cut somebodies hours you better talk to them about it. He apologized to me, but I had already made up my mind.
I'm sure this may come across as me overreacting, and under normal conditions I would probably agree with you. I try to always give people a second chance, but this is not the first time that there has been some stupid petty bullshit at work. To be absolutely honest, there are almost no mangers that I respect as managers and only a couple that I feel are actually 'good' people.
***End Rant***
So, I'm going to be working for my folks again, which sucks, but I think the pay will actually come out better for me. Plus, this is only temporary. My background check has to be almost finished and maybe I can start substitute teaching. Plus, this will give me a chance to get all my ducks in a row and start working on going back to school. I fear I've missed the deadlines for the spring, but I won't be much further behind if I start in the summer. Oh well, life goes on. At least now I'll have my nights and weekends free. Plus I plan to get completely hammered on my last day of work.