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Jul. 1st, 2005 05:13 pmI've had horrible jobs before. I worked at Subway, where I was "trained" to close by sixteen year old girls who just wanted to get everything done and go home, and then within two weeks left alone to founder. I worked at McDonald's, where my schedule was squeezed until I gave up and quit, which is just as well because every time I put on that uniform I felt the very special kind of shame that can only come with working at McDonald's. I worked at Movie Gallery, which was a great job itself, but the company was hideously cheap and treated the customers as badly as the employees, and meanwhile my manager lived in his parents' basement with his girlfriend and still contrived to knock up the assistant manager and has been screwing her (metaphorically) ever since. I worked at Dunkin Donuts, where there is a constant danger of burning yourself severely and they issue pants that feel like canvas and will chafe you in alarming places if you don't wear boxers.
But I don't think I have ever been as miserable as I have been in the past two of my pathetic three shifts this week at Cumberland Farms.
Normally, I suppose it could be attributed to frustration on my part. I've gone from having enough for expenses plus enough to put in my savings account plus enough to play around a little, to not even having enough to cover next month's round of bills. That'll frustrate anyone, and believe me I am looking for another job.
That was really all that was on my mind at the beginning of the week, but then I went in yesterday. The atmosphere in the store now is poisonous. It's not just me - we are all frustrated, we are all angry at how much the company clearly does not care about our store, at how badly overworked our lovely manager is, at the absolute bullshit we've been going through.
When I first started working at Cumby's, the manager then, Kevin, was in the final stage of burnout - looking back, I guess it's not too much of a surprise that one morning he simply did not show up, and no one could find him for two weeks. I think Lori's headed in that direction. I think we all see her burnout/breakdown coming, and there's nothing we can do about it. They've been cutting the hours severely, which just makes her schedule all the more ridiculous, because who has to cover when there is no one else? The manager.
Our store was twenty-four hours until about two days ago, when corporate decided that we would start closing at night. So our overnight guy got fired.
Last week, I got written up for a drawer shortage, when I had had much bigger shortages before and never heard a thing about it. Also, Lori was told that some woman complained about something I did yesterday, but I do not recall the exchange. Admittedly, my memory is not too reliable, but if someone tried to tell me I'd undercharged, I think I would remember that. I have not heard anything else about that, I've just been left to dangle and wonder. I think they want me to quit, and I think they're going to get their wish. I wouldn't be surprised to look at the schedule tomorrow and find that I've been cut down to sixteen hours. If that happens, I think I'll tell Lori that I will not be coming back next week, because after a while it gets to a point where there is no difference between your schedule and unemployment.
Again, I'm not the only one who has had it - my coworker has made it very clear that, were it not for Lori, he would have walked already. He's a smart guy and I think he understands even better than I how much we're getting fucked.
He and I both think that corporate is trying to kill the store. How can they possibly introduce all this bullshit and expect the store to run successfully? I would be amazed if the store survived the year.
I need a new job. I need anything. These past two days have been hell. I would fucking go back to McDonald's at this point if I had to, anything, even just a placeholder to pay the bills while I look for something decent. I HAVE TO GET OUT.
I wish it was practical for every single one of us to just walk away from the store one day, in the middle of the day. Leave it unsupervised for the customers to mill about and steal things. Leave a giant fucking mess for corporate to clean up. It's what they deserve.
But I don't think I have ever been as miserable as I have been in the past two of my pathetic three shifts this week at Cumberland Farms.
Normally, I suppose it could be attributed to frustration on my part. I've gone from having enough for expenses plus enough to put in my savings account plus enough to play around a little, to not even having enough to cover next month's round of bills. That'll frustrate anyone, and believe me I am looking for another job.
That was really all that was on my mind at the beginning of the week, but then I went in yesterday. The atmosphere in the store now is poisonous. It's not just me - we are all frustrated, we are all angry at how much the company clearly does not care about our store, at how badly overworked our lovely manager is, at the absolute bullshit we've been going through.
When I first started working at Cumby's, the manager then, Kevin, was in the final stage of burnout - looking back, I guess it's not too much of a surprise that one morning he simply did not show up, and no one could find him for two weeks. I think Lori's headed in that direction. I think we all see her burnout/breakdown coming, and there's nothing we can do about it. They've been cutting the hours severely, which just makes her schedule all the more ridiculous, because who has to cover when there is no one else? The manager.
Our store was twenty-four hours until about two days ago, when corporate decided that we would start closing at night. So our overnight guy got fired.
Last week, I got written up for a drawer shortage, when I had had much bigger shortages before and never heard a thing about it. Also, Lori was told that some woman complained about something I did yesterday, but I do not recall the exchange. Admittedly, my memory is not too reliable, but if someone tried to tell me I'd undercharged, I think I would remember that. I have not heard anything else about that, I've just been left to dangle and wonder. I think they want me to quit, and I think they're going to get their wish. I wouldn't be surprised to look at the schedule tomorrow and find that I've been cut down to sixteen hours. If that happens, I think I'll tell Lori that I will not be coming back next week, because after a while it gets to a point where there is no difference between your schedule and unemployment.
Again, I'm not the only one who has had it - my coworker has made it very clear that, were it not for Lori, he would have walked already. He's a smart guy and I think he understands even better than I how much we're getting fucked.
He and I both think that corporate is trying to kill the store. How can they possibly introduce all this bullshit and expect the store to run successfully? I would be amazed if the store survived the year.
I need a new job. I need anything. These past two days have been hell. I would fucking go back to McDonald's at this point if I had to, anything, even just a placeholder to pay the bills while I look for something decent. I HAVE TO GET OUT.
I wish it was practical for every single one of us to just walk away from the store one day, in the middle of the day. Leave it unsupervised for the customers to mill about and steal things. Leave a giant fucking mess for corporate to clean up. It's what they deserve.
