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tspikes51 · 12-02-2004, 09:35 PM

Just so you all know, I bag (or sack, whichever you prefer) groceries, carry them out to customers' vehicles, bring in carts (or as we call them here, buggies), and do general cleaning around a local grocery store. This store is the only one in town that has people to carry out your groceries, has the largest selection in town, but also has the highest prices in town. The whole town knows this.

First off: scheduling. I work 20-30 hours a week, and go to school all day on Monday and Wednesday, and until 2 on Friday. They are well aware of my schedule. They have called my house multiple times while I was in class, or as I was leaving the house to go to class. They are understaffed, so they have to fill lots of time, but still insist on giving only five or six people in the store over 20 hours a week. So anyways, I get on average 24 hours a week, so you would expect a manager with any level of competency to schedule me for 8 hours on both Tuesday and Thursday, and 8 more on Saturday or Sunday. Not so. The ass schedules me from 11:00 AM to 5:00 PM with one 15 minute break on Tues. and Thurs., 3:00 P to 7:00 on Friday, and 6:30 AM to 10:30 AM on Saturday and Sunday. So I can't do anything hardly on the weekdays. Good job.

Second: I only get paid $5.50 an hour. I have both previous experience and have graduated from high school, which most of my co-workers haven't done.

Third: My manager. He told me that I was vacuuming a floor wrong. There's one way to do it: turn it on and move the fucker around until it's clean. I was doing the same damned thing that he showed me how to do. He yells at me if there's a buggy that somebody left in the lot before I even see it. There are about a billion items in the store, and he yells at me when I can't find the lemon-flavored ass wash (or other random item).

Fourth: Ethel. Ethel is a 72-year old woman. She acts as a cashier for the store, but bitch is definately her primary occupation. Example: she drops a jar of pickles one day, and they bust and run all over the floor. She, being a bitch, tells me to clean the mess up. So, I head to the mop room. I'm half way done putting the pink shit in the bucket, and I hear her over the intercom: "Sam, come to the front." I ended up cleaning up the mess much later.

I'll post more reasons later. Anybody else in my shoes???

12-02-2004, 09:35 PM	#1 (permalink)
tspikes51 Fuckin' A Location: Lex Vegas	I Hate My Job! Just so you all know, I bag (or sack, whichever you prefer) groceries, carry them out to customers' vehicles, bring in carts (or as we call them here, buggies), and do general cleaning around a local grocery store. This store is the only one in town that has people to carry out your groceries, has the largest selection in town, but also has the highest prices in town. The whole town knows this. First off: scheduling. I work 20-30 hours a week, and go to school all day on Monday and Wednesday, and until 2 on Friday. They are well aware of my schedule. They have called my house multiple times while I was in class, or as I was leaving the house to go to class. They are understaffed, so they have to fill lots of time, but still insist on giving only five or six people in the store over 20 hours a week. So anyways, I get on average 24 hours a week, so you would expect a manager with any level of competency to schedule me for 8 hours on both Tuesday and Thursday, and 8 more on Saturday or Sunday. Not so. The ass schedules me from 11:00 AM to 5:00 PM with one 15 minute break on Tues. and Thurs., 3:00 P to 7:00 on Friday, and 6:30 AM to 10:30 AM on Saturday and Sunday. So I can't do anything hardly on the weekdays. Good job. Second: I only get paid $5.50 an hour. I have both previous experience and have graduated from high school, which most of my co-workers haven't done. Third: My manager. He told me that I was vacuuming a floor wrong. There's one way to do it: turn it on and move the fucker around until it's clean. I was doing the same damned thing that he showed me how to do. He yells at me if there's a buggy that somebody left in the lot before I even see it. There are about a billion items in the store, and he yells at me when I can't find the lemon-flavored ass wash (or other random item). Fourth: Ethel. Ethel is a 72-year old woman. She acts as a cashier for the store, but bitch is definately her primary occupation. Example: she drops a jar of pickles one day, and they bust and run all over the floor. She, being a bitch, tells me to clean the mess up. So, I head to the mop room. I'm half way done putting the pink shit in the bucket, and I hear her over the intercom: "Sam, come to the front." I ended up cleaning up the mess much later. I'll post more reasons later. Anybody else in my shoes??? __________________ "I'm telling you, we need to get rid of a few people or a million." -Maddox