The Job Has It
Last week I became unemployed. This is what happened:
The store manager I've had for the past couple of years, the one person I could get myself to work for and be comfortable with, left the store. The regional manager was verbally and emotionally abusing her and she couldn't take it and I don't blame her. There was much crying and such when she told me what happened, but she assured me that the person to take her place was just as nice as her and I should be ok.
Enter new manager. At first she is nice. She gives me this line about how they're going to strengthen me on the sales floor, get me out of the back room, give me more hours, etc. etc. This goes great for about a week. The next week I'm scheduled nine hours. I work six. The following week, I'm scheduled four hours. After that, I'm kind of not really on the schedule at all. Also, the district manager doesn't like the way I dress so she doesn't want me on the floor at all. She based this on the fact whenever she sees me I'm doing stock and for stock I wear jeans and a T-shirt like all the other stock people in the company. She'd prefer I wear a sporty type dress and heels. I'm not climbing a 12 foot ladder in any kind of a dress or any kind of heels. (It should be noted all the other people that are stock are boys and they get away with old ass jeans, t-shirts, and converse. I at least wore designer jeans and T-shirts and black leather oxfords.) More annoying, the times I was scheduled to work on the floor selling, I either wore a frickin' pinstripe suit or did that look where you wear suit pants, dress shirt, and vest. Apparently that wasn't fashionable enough. Whatever. And on top of that I get accused of stealing and the couple of times I am on the floor, the new manager steals my sales.
So last week I'm standing there looking at 40 boxes that need to be unpacked and put away. There's a whole new list of people on the roster that I do not recognize. As I am the only one who knows how to do anything concerning stock, I imagine I'm going to soon find myself training my replacement. Add in some math that tells me I'm not even making enough money to drive to work anyway and I come to the conclusion that this job can kiss my ass.
And so I left the 40 boxes to be put away and walked out with all of my knowledge on how to put them away, how to scan them into the computer, how to print out all of the forms related to our shipments...everything critical to stock aka getting products to customers for purchase.
Havoc was brought onto that store.
The day after I quit, another of our managers quit as did one of my very good friends that worked there.
Two days ago, the aforementioned new store manager handed in her keys and left.
This is all fine and dandy except one little problem. Now I have no job and my husband's pay is about $600 short of what we need to get by each month. It was going to happen anyway, what with my not getting any hours to speak of. We'll probably have to sell some things that we really don't want to sell. Next month my husband is going to cash out his vacation pay. Between all of that we should be okay until I can find new work. I've applied at I think literally 20 places since last week. I had one interview. That was a disaster. The woman didn't know what the fuck she was doing. Didn't get the job. Ah well.
I think I'm going to start a freelance editing site focusing on fanfics. I have no idea if there's any market for it, but I do know there's a lot of fanfics out there that need a lot of help. I also know there's a lot of people out there who think if their stuff is "good enough" that whoever owns the IP to the work their fanfic is based on will give them a pass to get published on a golden platter. While it's really kind of cruel to take advantage of that severely misguided assumption, I'm still going to see if I can take advantage of it. At the very least, I might help some people perfect their craft. I might help some poor readers out there save their eyeballs. I'll also do legitimate pieces, of course. I know there's times when I wish someone I don't know would read my stuff with a fresh eye and mind. I've looked at the freelance editing and I've blanched at the cost of it. But, you know, if someone offered me the service for $100 instead of $1000, I'd have done it in a heartbeat.
So, we'll see. Yes, indeedy.
The store manager I've had for the past couple of years, the one person I could get myself to work for and be comfortable with, left the store. The regional manager was verbally and emotionally abusing her and she couldn't take it and I don't blame her. There was much crying and such when she told me what happened, but she assured me that the person to take her place was just as nice as her and I should be ok.
Enter new manager. At first she is nice. She gives me this line about how they're going to strengthen me on the sales floor, get me out of the back room, give me more hours, etc. etc. This goes great for about a week. The next week I'm scheduled nine hours. I work six. The following week, I'm scheduled four hours. After that, I'm kind of not really on the schedule at all. Also, the district manager doesn't like the way I dress so she doesn't want me on the floor at all. She based this on the fact whenever she sees me I'm doing stock and for stock I wear jeans and a T-shirt like all the other stock people in the company. She'd prefer I wear a sporty type dress and heels. I'm not climbing a 12 foot ladder in any kind of a dress or any kind of heels. (It should be noted all the other people that are stock are boys and they get away with old ass jeans, t-shirts, and converse. I at least wore designer jeans and T-shirts and black leather oxfords.) More annoying, the times I was scheduled to work on the floor selling, I either wore a frickin' pinstripe suit or did that look where you wear suit pants, dress shirt, and vest. Apparently that wasn't fashionable enough. Whatever. And on top of that I get accused of stealing and the couple of times I am on the floor, the new manager steals my sales.
So last week I'm standing there looking at 40 boxes that need to be unpacked and put away. There's a whole new list of people on the roster that I do not recognize. As I am the only one who knows how to do anything concerning stock, I imagine I'm going to soon find myself training my replacement. Add in some math that tells me I'm not even making enough money to drive to work anyway and I come to the conclusion that this job can kiss my ass.
And so I left the 40 boxes to be put away and walked out with all of my knowledge on how to put them away, how to scan them into the computer, how to print out all of the forms related to our shipments...everything critical to stock aka getting products to customers for purchase.
Havoc was brought onto that store.
The day after I quit, another of our managers quit as did one of my very good friends that worked there.
Two days ago, the aforementioned new store manager handed in her keys and left.
This is all fine and dandy except one little problem. Now I have no job and my husband's pay is about $600 short of what we need to get by each month. It was going to happen anyway, what with my not getting any hours to speak of. We'll probably have to sell some things that we really don't want to sell. Next month my husband is going to cash out his vacation pay. Between all of that we should be okay until I can find new work. I've applied at I think literally 20 places since last week. I had one interview. That was a disaster. The woman didn't know what the fuck she was doing. Didn't get the job. Ah well.
I think I'm going to start a freelance editing site focusing on fanfics. I have no idea if there's any market for it, but I do know there's a lot of fanfics out there that need a lot of help. I also know there's a lot of people out there who think if their stuff is "good enough" that whoever owns the IP to the work their fanfic is based on will give them a pass to get published on a golden platter. While it's really kind of cruel to take advantage of that severely misguided assumption, I'm still going to see if I can take advantage of it. At the very least, I might help some people perfect their craft. I might help some poor readers out there save their eyeballs. I'll also do legitimate pieces, of course. I know there's times when I wish someone I don't know would read my stuff with a fresh eye and mind. I've looked at the freelance editing and I've blanched at the cost of it. But, you know, if someone offered me the service for $100 instead of $1000, I'd have done it in a heartbeat.
So, we'll see. Yes, indeedy.