Monday, June 11, 2012

Bye-Bye, BITCHES!!

Yep. I finally did what I should have done sooooo long ago: Quit that damn part-time job!! 

Now, I'm all 'bout getting my hands on some ends. (Please don't get me wrong.) But, that damn department store has threatened to drive me crazy so many times over the course of the year that I had been employed with them! It ain't even funny!

The straw that broke the camel's back waaaz when them fools gonna try to tell ME that it is mandatory for me to work on both the 15th and the 16th of June from 10 AM to 7 PM. (Wait... Come again..) The 15th is a Friday.  I have a full-time, day job. Monday through Friday. I have NEVER worked during the day on a weekday. Never. Ever. That's first thing. Second thing: I am ON-CALL! 'Kay. "On-Call". And the way this position has been working for an entire year is that I pick up hours on my own. No scheduling of my hours by the employer. That is just the way it goes.

So, yeah. I got their lil letter to my home talkin' 'bout "If business needs warrant, all on-call associates are expected to work on the 16th". And I can dig it. But let me tell you.. I guarantee that this location's business needs WILL NOT warrant every last person on their payroll to be in attendance on that day or any other day that any of us will live to see. This department store is one of many in the chain in the DC area. And it is also one of the worst in the area. It's a local/hood joint. It services a very tiny population. The mall it is located in is ran down and damn near SHUT DOWN! No one travels from out of their neighborhood/town/city to visit this location, like many in the area do a few of the other area locations for this chain. So I can bet my last damn dollar that I was not needed on either of those dates that "They" scheduled me for.

So, the new lil chick that is in charge of the hours (I guess) called me up Wednesday of last week saying that I had to choose a schedule for those two days. I told her that I would be out of town on that weekend and could not make it in. She asks me, "Weren't you just out of town Memorial weekend?.." BITCH ANNNND?!! As, I told her, "Yes, I waassss." Got damn! Who the fuck is she?..Clockin' my ass and shit!

So, we get off the phone and I check my schedule. This heifer done scheduled me any damn way! I allowed a few hours to pass, thinking she'd correct her mistake. And ran into NO SUCH LUCK. So I calls her back. She rushes me off the phone with this mocking voice saying, "Oh, yeah!! You said you got it going on! We spoke... I'll take care of it." So, I take that to mean exactly wtf she said! "She'll take care of it." By the time I got to work Thursday afternoon, it still was not taken care of. I personally go to her lil office and point out that I am still on the schedule. She says, "Yeah. You're going to be, because those days are mandatory." I point out to her that the letter sent from corporate to my home stated that the 16th is mandatory "If business needs warrant". It mentions nothing about the 15th. And then she says, "Well, you have to take that up with Susan."

Susan is the new store manager, whom I never met and just found out about, a week ago. Before my extensive leave from their payroll due to there being no hours available for on-call associates (supposedly) there was another person seated in that position. And they used his name just as this chick sat to my face and used "Susan"s name... Scare tactic.

Unfortunately, a lot of folks that work at that store scare easily and fear the loss of their livelihood (working there) to the craziest degree I have ever witnessed. When the store manager's name is spoken, these folks are like kids in obedience school or something. Posture gets proper (as they can get it), hands get busy, eyes are cast downward... It's a very "'Mastah comin'" feel. And to me, that shit is beyond CRAZY! They really take the "ranks" around there too serious.

So, anywayz, this bitch spits the name "Susan" at me with a "Got'cha bitch!" grin like I'ma start shaking in my boots. They know good and well I ain't scared because I have nothing to lose. I've had words with a handful of department managers there. I've sent a rather long email to the ex-store manager back in Fall 2011 telling him to check his department managers. Not just for my sake, but for everyone's because they tend to get disrespectful. They seem to think they can order folks around and that mutual respect isn't warranted. As I've told  quite a number of them over there, "I don't know what the rest of these people let you do, but you not talkin' to me any kind of way." That's only had to be said once and the issue is solved. (Now, there was a particularly catty man that headed a department over there that I had words with more than once. I have no idea what that was all about, but usually the managers and I saw eye to eye after I let them know exactly what it is and what it ain't.)

So, anyways,  I decided that I'd play their game and just let them fire me for "attendance". Because that seemed to be their goal. In actuality (I believe) I kick up too much dust and I have long suspected this to be the reason I hadn't really been given any hours since like late December/ early January. But of course they cannot get rid of me over voicing my concerns within the workplace. What better way to get me out if I won't quit on my own?... Tell me it is mandatory for me to report to work >>> I say I cannot report >>> Keep me on the schedule >>> I do not show >>> Fire me.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! BITCH PLEEEEEEZE!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Not gonna happen. I've never been fired from a thing in my life and I ain't gonna start now! (Even if it is a position that held no value for me. It comes down to principal.) So, I quit. And I will be penning a letter to corporate once I get the time. Probably on a lazy Sunday sometime in the future. Or maybe during a slow day at work. Because what I have learned in life is "The squeaky wheel gets the grease". And don't y'all forget it!

The one thing I do regret is when I went to hand in my handwritten letter of resignation, there was not a single soul in that damn HR office! I wanted to express to just one soul in there how much I believe they are full of shit and ain't shit and can kiss my black ass! But not one single body was in that damn office! *I feel robbed :'| **

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