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Sep. 15th, 2014 07:05 pmSo. As of my last entry, I had a job and a home.
Well, now I only have a home. I made what was in retrospect the colossal mistake, as hours were suddenly and tightly cut from the schedule to the point where I wasn't making enough to live on, of warning my manager that I was looking for another job. I meant the best: I liked K and I didn't want to blindside her by leaving.
Guess I should have guarded myself a little closer, should have taken warning from the way K gossiped to me far more freely than is acceptable from a store manager.
Because after that, my hours (set by an assistant manager, A) started getting tighter with every passing week, until last week I was scheduled for ten hours, a five-hour shift for Saturday and Sunday each. I went in on Friday to get my paycheck, checked the schedule, and discovered that not only was I scheduled for four - FOUR - hours next week, but A had taken it upon herself to change my schedule that week without notifying me, taking away the Sat/Sun shifts and giving me one four-hour shift for that very Friday.
I can't even begin to count the number of unprofessional things going on there. So, since A was the manager in charge that day, when she had a moment, I quit.
And she had the nerve to tell me that maybe I'd get more hours if I wanted to work.
Kids, the teenage girl who stood around doing nothing and who refused to smile at customers was getting more hours. I rest my fucking case.
So I've been applying to more jobs and had a ton of interviews in the past week, and I have another on Wednesday, but in the meantime, I'm scared to death about not being able to pay my rent in October. I just got this place; I don't know what I'll do if I lose it. The thought of having to start all over again makes me so tired.
Well, now I only have a home. I made what was in retrospect the colossal mistake, as hours were suddenly and tightly cut from the schedule to the point where I wasn't making enough to live on, of warning my manager that I was looking for another job. I meant the best: I liked K and I didn't want to blindside her by leaving.
Guess I should have guarded myself a little closer, should have taken warning from the way K gossiped to me far more freely than is acceptable from a store manager.
Because after that, my hours (set by an assistant manager, A) started getting tighter with every passing week, until last week I was scheduled for ten hours, a five-hour shift for Saturday and Sunday each. I went in on Friday to get my paycheck, checked the schedule, and discovered that not only was I scheduled for four - FOUR - hours next week, but A had taken it upon herself to change my schedule that week without notifying me, taking away the Sat/Sun shifts and giving me one four-hour shift for that very Friday.
I can't even begin to count the number of unprofessional things going on there. So, since A was the manager in charge that day, when she had a moment, I quit.
And she had the nerve to tell me that maybe I'd get more hours if I wanted to work.
Kids, the teenage girl who stood around doing nothing and who refused to smile at customers was getting more hours. I rest my fucking case.
So I've been applying to more jobs and had a ton of interviews in the past week, and I have another on Wednesday, but in the meantime, I'm scared to death about not being able to pay my rent in October. I just got this place; I don't know what I'll do if I lose it. The thought of having to start all over again makes me so tired.