I am probably gonna have to write this in bits and pieces. I get so worked up over it as I recall it all...
I have not masked my distaste for my job. And in all honesty, I've put up with far more bullshit than I really should have had to. From hostile work environment, to bullying, to now unrealistic expectations and unfair standards, and inconsistent training and being understaffed.
So, for those who live in the US, you know it was tax-free weekend. For those who don't, now you do. Well, I was scheduled Friday and Saturday night. I had orientation Saturday morning. At nine in the morning. Anyone want to guess we got out on Friday night?
MIDNIGHT. Do you know how many shots of espresso it took to keep me going yesterday? FOUR. Words cannot describe how much I hated my boss. Actually, no. I didn't hate my boss per se. I hated the store manager. And our District manager. And then, as if I didn't have enough bullshit to put up with, there were only four people closing. I was told we would get SEVEN. And then, we had five racks of put backs and NO ONE was running them!
And, I am not one to typically judge or criticize people, but one of the girls closing SUCKS AT FITTING ROOM AND GO BACKS. She just does. And when she's closing, nothing EVER gets done. And she was closing. It took my mom calling and yelling at my boss for me to finally get out of there. But here's the thing, before you go crazy: I GOT TOLD WE WOULD BE DONE BY ELEVEN. It got so bad I was pulling my hair. That's a form of self-harm and it's in reaction to stress and that is SO BEYOND not okay.
They want us to do four racks of go backs AND expect the store to look spotless AND get out of there at a decent hour?! WE'RE NOT MACHINES DAMNIT!!! Which, is why, I drew a line last night. I'm putting in my two weeks notice next time I go in. You should not be put in a place where you are exhausted, mentally and physically, and not get adequate support/compensation. I learned at orientation if I work on campus, I'll make $10.25 an hour and I'd be working about as much as I do now (except for the getting out of work at midnight bullshit). AND I'd be able to study and do school stuff AND I wouldn't be under an awful amount of stress to the point I'm sick all the time.
It's just not fair and it's not a healthy environment. What this all boils down to is honesty and respect. And I'm not getting either of that where I'm at now. I'm just so beyond fed up, and I think this was coming, and it was just a matter of time. How frequently have I debated leaving in the past year?
And what's the worst they can do for my mom? Tell me to talk to her? Write me up because my mom bailed me out even though they told me I'd be out by a certain time? Nope. Nuh uh. I don't take bullshit from people. I have spent too much time being trampled and bullied in the work place and I swore to myself a long time ago I would not put up with it again. And I won't. I wonder if broken, sixteen year old me would be proud. If she would watch my guts and go in and stand up for herself. Maybe not. But.... I can only hope this helps someone. Maybe.
Sincerely,
-Katie
I have not masked my distaste for my job. And in all honesty, I've put up with far more bullshit than I really should have had to. From hostile work environment, to bullying, to now unrealistic expectations and unfair standards, and inconsistent training and being understaffed.
So, for those who live in the US, you know it was tax-free weekend. For those who don't, now you do. Well, I was scheduled Friday and Saturday night. I had orientation Saturday morning. At nine in the morning. Anyone want to guess we got out on Friday night?
MIDNIGHT. Do you know how many shots of espresso it took to keep me going yesterday? FOUR. Words cannot describe how much I hated my boss. Actually, no. I didn't hate my boss per se. I hated the store manager. And our District manager. And then, as if I didn't have enough bullshit to put up with, there were only four people closing. I was told we would get SEVEN. And then, we had five racks of put backs and NO ONE was running them!
And, I am not one to typically judge or criticize people, but one of the girls closing SUCKS AT FITTING ROOM AND GO BACKS. She just does. And when she's closing, nothing EVER gets done. And she was closing. It took my mom calling and yelling at my boss for me to finally get out of there. But here's the thing, before you go crazy: I GOT TOLD WE WOULD BE DONE BY ELEVEN. It got so bad I was pulling my hair. That's a form of self-harm and it's in reaction to stress and that is SO BEYOND not okay.
They want us to do four racks of go backs AND expect the store to look spotless AND get out of there at a decent hour?! WE'RE NOT MACHINES DAMNIT!!! Which, is why, I drew a line last night. I'm putting in my two weeks notice next time I go in. You should not be put in a place where you are exhausted, mentally and physically, and not get adequate support/compensation. I learned at orientation if I work on campus, I'll make $10.25 an hour and I'd be working about as much as I do now (except for the getting out of work at midnight bullshit). AND I'd be able to study and do school stuff AND I wouldn't be under an awful amount of stress to the point I'm sick all the time.
It's just not fair and it's not a healthy environment. What this all boils down to is honesty and respect. And I'm not getting either of that where I'm at now. I'm just so beyond fed up, and I think this was coming, and it was just a matter of time. How frequently have I debated leaving in the past year?
And what's the worst they can do for my mom? Tell me to talk to her? Write me up because my mom bailed me out even though they told me I'd be out by a certain time? Nope. Nuh uh. I don't take bullshit from people. I have spent too much time being trampled and bullied in the work place and I swore to myself a long time ago I would not put up with it again. And I won't. I wonder if broken, sixteen year old me would be proud. If she would watch my guts and go in and stand up for herself. Maybe not. But.... I can only hope this helps someone. Maybe.
Sincerely,
-Katie
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