Great place for one of those.
I was told that I have to leave my family on Christmas Day and drive two hours to come to the store (which is closed on Christmas) and do a refrigeration check.
I said "no, I'm not doing it" and I was basically told I have to.
When I asked about any of the full time (perfectly able) people that actually live around here I was told that they "may be going away with their families."
I want to quit.
Right now.
That is quite literally the straw that broke the camels back.
Did you know that it is not legal in the state of Massachusetts to be an open retail on Christmas Day? It is not legal to make your associates work. Did you know that?
So they have us drive all the way here to ensure the refrigeration is working properly.
They do this because we are not people, we are numbers. Mind you, we have a refrigeration alarm system that will call us if there are any refrigeration issues... yet they do this because they can.
This is what you get for devoting 15 years of your life to one company. Absolutely nothing.
Today I walked in for my 2-11p shift... there seem to be an awful lot of those lately... and was instantly hounded from the second I walked in the door:
"Where's Earl?"
"What's this?"
" How do I do this?"
"So, you don't know where Earl is?"
This all before I am able to put my coat and purse down.
Then, on the sales floor where conversations really can't be had, I am told (with an "Oh by the way") I have to drop what I'm doing on a day where it is not legal to tell me to drop what I'm doing and come to work (unpaid might I add) to check on something that we already monitor.
I am frustrated beyond belief, and then while I'm making a phone call the same girl who asked me "Where's Earl?" first thing walk's in and asks "Where's Earl??"
So I lost it. I told her "I don't give a fuck where Earl is, maybe you should pick up the phone and page him!!!"
Then I went downstairs and had issue upon issue upon issue.
So one of my department heads asks me what's wrong and I broke down.
Tears streaming. I am so close to quitting.
Then my boss, Earl, pages me and pages me and pages me until finally I walk down to his office, eyes read and crying still, to find that he has two of my full time (one being the girl I yelled at) associates in the room and he wants an explanation to my outburst.
He treats me like a part time clerk.
I look him straight in the eye, walk in and face the window so my associates don't see me having a nervous breakdown.
I apologize to the girl I yelled, "I am so sorry I yelled at you, it was unprofessional of me and unnecessary. I wasn't mad at you you just caught me at a really bad time. It won't happen again. I'm sorry."
Earl clearly doesn't think this is good enough and wants a better explanation, he says "Would you like to explain what you meant when you said 'I don't give a fuck where Earl is' ?'"
I see what this is all about now, he's trying to look like a big shot in front of his people. He's actually trying to discipline me in front of people who work under me... so I whip around and let them see me and I say "With all due respect I'd prefer to NOT have this conversation in front of our clerks."
Both associates rush out of the room grateful that they don't have to be in this uncomfortable situation any longer.
Once they are gone I tell him, everything. How I want to quit how I hate how we are treated. The only thing I get out of it us used and abused. He seems offended that I say this. How dare I say that I am used and abused, he's used and abused too! Always all about him.
The stress started when yesterday I sent an email to George, the Block Island District Manager asking when we would be going out there, if their were any updates. He has, after all, told me straight to my face that he can get me out there in 'two weeks.' I am willing to uproot my ENTIRE life and move to an ISLAND for this company.
Today I received an email response from human resources saying interviews will be held in mid January.... What interviews?? I was told I was going..... So now I'm supposed to put my life on hold for a "maybe" AGAIN. I'm still waiting to hear if I got the job I interviewed for five times! Now they want me to wait again!?
The thing is, the job I really wanted was the job I interviewed for five times. This is a training and development role. When George approached me in regards to going to Block Island I had asked him to give me some time to hear back about this other job. That was 5 weeks ago.
In regards to the T&D job, I have had many correspondences with the vice president of talent and development and he went so far as to write back to me, "Don't drop out on me, this is taking a bit longer then anticipated. Just be patient ;-)" Yes, that was an actual winky face. How would you take that?
At the beginning of November I had reached out to the recruiter for the job and was told they would announce a candidate by Thanksgiving. Well, that came and went and now it's approaching Christmas. I think 5 months was plenty of time to wait. So I send an email to the George saying my husband and I are ready to discuss the island. I tell him I made the decision that the other job is just not for me.
He responds and tells me that he is on vacation and then his Human resource manager is on vacation and I should hear from human resources the week she gets back. (That's this week).
In the meantime, my human resource manager calls me and asks me if I would accept temporary position as a corporate recruiter. This would help me get my foot in the door for human resources... I ask him if I can think about it. I also remind him of my intentions to go to Block Island. He tells me to think about it, talk the island over with human resources, and get back to him. It's like all I'm doing is putting things on hold for things that never happen, why can't I just be told the truth? Why does everything have to be so secretive?
I went on and on and on and Earl, about two minutes into my rant, turned his back to me and proceeded to write an email, pull up a spreadsheet, do random work... he didn't care what I had to say. He just wanted to puff his chest in front of his people. Once I took that away from him by sending them away e had no interest in hearing what I had to say. I even told him that if it weren't for my bills I would be putting my keys on the desk and walking out right now. He shrugged and said "I don't know what you want me to say."
So that's where I am today. One frustration after another after another. And so I cracked. I broke open and let it all out.
Then I collected myself, picked up the phone, and called a recruiting firm that has been trying to get me to leave and join their company. I made an appointment to get the interview process started for this Tuesday coming up.
I then got the number for the poor girl I had yelled at, called her and spoke with her longer about me snapping at her. I really did feel awful. We spoke for about 10 minutes and she apologized for telling on me, she said she was actually really concerned and went to Earl because she thought something was really wrong with me. She said it was Earl's idea to reprimand me and she was happy with how I handled him while they were in the room.
Fuck. This. Shit.
It's been 11 days but my GOD do I need a drink. It's dealing with this SHIT that makes me want to just disappear into the abyss.
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