Looks like I caught you, boy, with your hands in the cookie jar
I don't feel like actually raging to a comm right now (though they'd each fit well into comms I'm part of), so here, flist, have my fury for the day.
Dear Walgreens Managers:
Fuck. You.
Okay, first you started scheduling me for hardly anything for a couple weeks. I didn't realize how much a difference it would make until I got my paycheck and it is $200 less than my usual paycheck. Considering that I don't have the money to cover rent and shit usually anyway? You've fucked me over big time. Go you.
In addition to cutting my hours for no apparent reason, you also decided to start scheduling me at the front register while giving a full 40 hours in photo to the woman who's been here half as long as I have. The Halloween shit is up, guys. I've been here almost a year and put up with your bullshit. What is up with that?
But you topped it off, today, by changing the schedule on me. Next week (starting tomorrow), I was scheduled all afternoons - four in photo and one at the front (incidentally, this pissed me off because it gave me six days working without a day off, but whatever, I'll deal.
HOWEVER. I happened to glance over at the schedule on my way out the door today. Tuesday, the day I was working up front, my schedule had been changed from the 3-11:30 shift to the 7-3:30 shift. Without anyone asking to make sure I could take said shift. Because, see, once the schedule goes up, I start planning the rest of the week around that. What were you expecting to happen if I had an appointment or commitment of some sort that meant I couldn't come in that shift?
Fuck you. I have a job interview next week (hopefully) for a much better job, and I will gleefully give you my notice the moment I get hired (assuming I do - oh please gods...). Also? I intend on telling you tomorrow that I can't take that shift, because I have an interview scheduled and no, I can't reschedule it. So sorry. You should've checked with me before assuming I could conform to your will. Once the schedule is posted, you have to fucking CHECK WITH PEOPLE before you move their shit around.
No Love,
Me, your over-worked and under-appreciated photo tech
Dear People who Come to my Workplace:
When first I cut my hair, I know many of you asked the pharmacy (for reasons I've yet to figure out) if I had cancer/was a dyke/was a skinhead. I rolled my eyes and let the girls tell you wild stories, such as "she's starring in an independent film" and "it's a religious thing". I note that none of these people asked me anything, not "why did you cut your hair?", "do you have cancer?", "what religion are you?" or anything like that.
But people, especially you, lady, when you come through my line, you do not need to comment on how short my hair is or tell me I look like a boy. Today, I was having a very guyish day, and took my nametag off and told anyone who asked that my name was "Mat". This is especially towards you, candy lady. You took one look at me, commented that I looked like a boy. I told you that was the point (even though it's not, but today it's close enough), and then had to answer the phone: "thank you for calling Walgreens, Mat speaking, how may I help you." I figured that would be enough to shut you up, really, but no, you continued with "I bet it used to be really long".
Uh... what? What does that have to do with anything and what business is it of yours? Just because my hands are noticeably girly and I don't have a binder or anything with which to conceal my breasteses doesn't mean you have a right to make comments. Are you just trying to make yourself feel more comfortable with that "I bet it used to be really long" followed by that "You just did it because it's so hot, right?" shit.
Do I make you uncomfortable? Really, I do? Guess what: I DON'T CARE. Back the fuck off and take your "gender role" bullshit elsewhere.
No love,
Mat (who is often Evie, but not always)
Also, a brief shout-out...
Dear guy who bought soda and cigs:
You know how, when I handed you your change and said "Have a nice day" in my best guy voice, you said "Thanks, man"?
That made my day. Because who says "thanks, man" to a girl?
You are fucking awesome, dude. Come back more.
LOVE AND ADORATION,
Mat
P.S. You have a REALLY nice ass and gorgeous clear blue eyes. Come back and let me ogle you more?
Nngh. tl;dr - work is of the suck, and people are of the suck, but sometimes hot guys come through and are fucking awesome.
I'm going to go nap now.
Dear Walgreens Managers:
Fuck. You.
Okay, first you started scheduling me for hardly anything for a couple weeks. I didn't realize how much a difference it would make until I got my paycheck and it is $200 less than my usual paycheck. Considering that I don't have the money to cover rent and shit usually anyway? You've fucked me over big time. Go you.
In addition to cutting my hours for no apparent reason, you also decided to start scheduling me at the front register while giving a full 40 hours in photo to the woman who's been here half as long as I have. The Halloween shit is up, guys. I've been here almost a year and put up with your bullshit. What is up with that?
But you topped it off, today, by changing the schedule on me. Next week (starting tomorrow), I was scheduled all afternoons - four in photo and one at the front (incidentally, this pissed me off because it gave me six days working without a day off, but whatever, I'll deal.
HOWEVER. I happened to glance over at the schedule on my way out the door today. Tuesday, the day I was working up front, my schedule had been changed from the 3-11:30 shift to the 7-3:30 shift. Without anyone asking to make sure I could take said shift. Because, see, once the schedule goes up, I start planning the rest of the week around that. What were you expecting to happen if I had an appointment or commitment of some sort that meant I couldn't come in that shift?
Fuck you. I have a job interview next week (hopefully) for a much better job, and I will gleefully give you my notice the moment I get hired (assuming I do - oh please gods...). Also? I intend on telling you tomorrow that I can't take that shift, because I have an interview scheduled and no, I can't reschedule it. So sorry. You should've checked with me before assuming I could conform to your will. Once the schedule is posted, you have to fucking CHECK WITH PEOPLE before you move their shit around.
No Love,
Me, your over-worked and under-appreciated photo tech
Dear People who Come to my Workplace:
When first I cut my hair, I know many of you asked the pharmacy (for reasons I've yet to figure out) if I had cancer/was a dyke/was a skinhead. I rolled my eyes and let the girls tell you wild stories, such as "she's starring in an independent film" and "it's a religious thing". I note that none of these people asked me anything, not "why did you cut your hair?", "do you have cancer?", "what religion are you?" or anything like that.
But people, especially you, lady, when you come through my line, you do not need to comment on how short my hair is or tell me I look like a boy. Today, I was having a very guyish day, and took my nametag off and told anyone who asked that my name was "Mat". This is especially towards you, candy lady. You took one look at me, commented that I looked like a boy. I told you that was the point (even though it's not, but today it's close enough), and then had to answer the phone: "thank you for calling Walgreens, Mat speaking, how may I help you." I figured that would be enough to shut you up, really, but no, you continued with "I bet it used to be really long".
Uh... what? What does that have to do with anything and what business is it of yours? Just because my hands are noticeably girly and I don't have a binder or anything with which to conceal my breasteses doesn't mean you have a right to make comments. Are you just trying to make yourself feel more comfortable with that "I bet it used to be really long" followed by that "You just did it because it's so hot, right?" shit.
Do I make you uncomfortable? Really, I do? Guess what: I DON'T CARE. Back the fuck off and take your "gender role" bullshit elsewhere.
No love,
Mat (who is often Evie, but not always)
Also, a brief shout-out...
Dear guy who bought soda and cigs:
You know how, when I handed you your change and said "Have a nice day" in my best guy voice, you said "Thanks, man"?
That made my day. Because who says "thanks, man" to a girl?
You are fucking awesome, dude. Come back more.
LOVE AND ADORATION,
Mat
P.S. You have a REALLY nice ass and gorgeous clear blue eyes. Come back and let me ogle you more?
Nngh. tl;dr - work is of the suck, and people are of the suck, but sometimes hot guys come through and are fucking awesome.
I'm going to go nap now.