I live on Long Island, like an hour away from NYC by train. We kinda discussed this before I think. We could totes be classy bitches in Manhattan and go to museums and have Tumblr adventures.
Also the Sex Museum. Cause it’s awesome.
We’re all finally going to be airing out our grievances about the shit that’s been going on since forever. There are four main people (myself included) who work the overnight. It’s become a tag-team of my manager and I vs. the other two and I simply can’t take it anymore. Especially after Sunday night when the manager I hate pretty much left me to do all but one thing. Including pack out and put away the milk delivery (with crates that easily weigh 50lbs each) by myself. And then she had the nerve to say, “Are you done yet? I need to go to the bathroom.” And she just sat there watching me hastily do newspaper credits while she dicked around on her phone or screamed at her baby daddy or whatever the fuck else she does. I know she takes naps when I’m not there because I reported it the last time and I found one of her signature towels in the minute clinic where we’re supposed to be giving flu shots soon. I can’t take the disrespect, the complete lack of accountability, and just the general bullshit anymore. I tell my friend who works at another store about everything that happens and even he can’t believe the shit that my manager lets them get away with. This meeting is supposed to be the last resort. Who knows if this will even do anything? And if it does, whether it will be good or bad? Honestly their attitude and insubordination should have been enough to get them fired months ago. But my manager is too much of a bleeding heart and there are too many people at my store who who have jobs because they’re one of his charity cases. The one bright spot is that I have an assistant manager (not officially but he might as well be) who is really cool and awesome and understanding and a huge nerd so he keeps me from losing my mind on everyone. He’ll be at the meeting I think and he knows about all the shit that happens when he’s not there so I’ll have him to back me up. If this doesn’t change things I honestly need to find another job because I can’t take this shit anymore.
Tl;dr: My job sucks. End of story.
it’s kinda funny how when you get older you start to enjoy the things you hated as a kid like taking naps and getting spanked