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Finally, I'm out of Shop N s**t, but out of a job... And just when they decided to give me the minimum wage (late though...), even though it went up three weeks ago... Oh well. I'm so relieved. After what happened on Sunday and Monday... Well, they fired me. Awesome! Uh... But they didn't even bother to ask for my side of the story, in fact, they just took the one b***h's word for it, and didn't have the balls to fire me in person. Whatever. The b***h said I threatened to smash her car with mine, sat down on the bench and did nothing, and called her a b***h, had an attitude the whole day. Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me??? She has an attitude problem. Each and every day. Here's what happened on Sunday. I might as well give names, to not confuse you. Heather is the ugly, big-nosed, front-end person. Jackie is fat, short, and a cashier. Amy is fat and a cashier too. Heather has the attitude. Anyway, Sunday: I came into work, and Jackie and Amy automatically assumed I was gonna do nothing all day, so they told Courtney, another front-end... So I was pissed, fell into their trap, and didn't do much to help clean to prove a point or to protest. I dunno. They then wrote a note about me to big boss Joe. Now it's Monday: Heather tells me to go on register six. So, I walk to six. "Hang on, I'm not done talking to you, don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" Of course, in a snotty voice. I thought a five second pause indicated you were done talking! So I walk back, and she explains about the previous day. I walk to my register, again, thinking she is done, and she yells at me again and just goes back into the office. So, I'm ringing. About a half hour later, she tells me to do the trash, and holds out the bag. I kinda, you know, was pissed, and snatched it from her. She then said, "You know what? Just go home. You've had an attitude the whole time you were here." What! Ok... So, after a while, she logs me off the register and steps on my toes. "Oops, sorry." Again, with the snotty attitude. So I go to the back, and she uh, kinda heard me swear, and assumed it was at her. I linger in the back, taking my good ol' time getting my stuff. Actually, I sat a little bit, until Gary, the manager, told me to go. He was going to "walk me out". Fine. So I took my time, got pissed, and walked to the other side of the store and walked out. No punching out, ha ha. I want my money! So uh, yeah. I'm partly to blame, but then, no. Tell me what you think.
EDIT: Well, my mom doesn't believe my side, so I'm pissed off at her now. Also, went to Shop N s**t today to get a couple of things, and as a left, I caught Jackie's eye and gave her the finger. Just subtly(sp?), not like, raised high, I dunno. I think she saw it. But who cares. It was a final farewell. twisted
 VC Verse · Fri Jan 26, 2007 @ 10:45pm · 0 Comments |
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