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Well, after less than a week, I'm going to be calling Wal-Mart in the morning to tell them I got a better offer. Not technically a lie...I have been made aware of an offer...full training, $18 an hour, benefits, etc., to climb telephone poles and screw around with wires. Not too shabby.
Why would I? The pay was better than at the paper. My driving would be cut in a third. The discount was going to kick in soon. The work, while somewhat tedious, wasn't very hard. My coworkers were an absolute delight. So why bail?
Management. Simply put, incompetant, horrible, dictatorial AND spineless members of management.
I put my availability as Tuesday-Friday, 6 p.m. to 1 a.m., and Saturday and Sunday, 5 p.m. to 1 a.m. That's a good 44 hours a week I'm available. And I wasn't picky about my position. I wanted to be either a stocker or a cart pusher. I got put in the deli, which was my third choice on a list of around 10 positions I applied for. I was generally fairly flexible about it.
So, they schedule me to work 5 p.m. to 10 p.m. on weekdays. A tad bit on the impossible side since I get off work at the paper...30 miles away...at five.
So, I have been trying to call since Sunday to rectify this one-hour mistake. It didn't bother me terribly at first, I figured it was just an oversight and was easily corrected.
I have literally called 15 times in the last two days. Everytime, I swear I talk to a different manager, and everytime, they REFUSE to change it. Only "E", who is apparently my manager, can change the shedule. Except that E is never there, it seems. Every time, it's "Oh, he'll be in after 2." "Oh, he's not made it in yet." "He's working overnight." "He's running a little late." EVERY SINGLE TIME OVER THE COURSE OF 48 HOURS.
I kind of liked E at first...a manager with gold teeth and dreadlocks with a bright pink shirt? Surely, I figured, this guy can't be terribly anal. WRONG.
I finished my training mid-shift on Saturday night...so they sent me on over to the deli to start milling around and figuring out the ropes. E comes over at some point to tell me I'm working Sunday night. Well, my trainer, "T", had already told me to take Sunday night off, so I just sort of mentioned that. E got visibly...annoyed, and told me to come in Sunday night anyway. Afterwards, one of the other women in the deli told me that I should NEVER say to E that anyone else had told me anything. The definite implication was that E didn't take very kindly to "his" people getting direction from anyone else. And the way that other managers are reacting to my asking about my schedule is very much proving me right in assuming he's got a major case of bully going on and not even the other managers will do anything to risk his wrath.
So, basically, a job that I'm supremely good at (I'm taking orders, using the slicer and the fryer, rebuilding machinery, and labeling dishes like a pro on my second day), is getting dumped to some untrained slob (I saw the other applicants and EW) because of one bully manager and a bunch of weenies, and the deli will be WAY behind once again.
Lesson learned. Be unrehirable.
Why would I? The pay was better than at the paper. My driving would be cut in a third. The discount was going to kick in soon. The work, while somewhat tedious, wasn't very hard. My coworkers were an absolute delight. So why bail?
Management. Simply put, incompetant, horrible, dictatorial AND spineless members of management.
I put my availability as Tuesday-Friday, 6 p.m. to 1 a.m., and Saturday and Sunday, 5 p.m. to 1 a.m. That's a good 44 hours a week I'm available. And I wasn't picky about my position. I wanted to be either a stocker or a cart pusher. I got put in the deli, which was my third choice on a list of around 10 positions I applied for. I was generally fairly flexible about it.
So, they schedule me to work 5 p.m. to 10 p.m. on weekdays. A tad bit on the impossible side since I get off work at the paper...30 miles away...at five.
So, I have been trying to call since Sunday to rectify this one-hour mistake. It didn't bother me terribly at first, I figured it was just an oversight and was easily corrected.
I have literally called 15 times in the last two days. Everytime, I swear I talk to a different manager, and everytime, they REFUSE to change it. Only "E", who is apparently my manager, can change the shedule. Except that E is never there, it seems. Every time, it's "Oh, he'll be in after 2." "Oh, he's not made it in yet." "He's working overnight." "He's running a little late." EVERY SINGLE TIME OVER THE COURSE OF 48 HOURS.
I kind of liked E at first...a manager with gold teeth and dreadlocks with a bright pink shirt? Surely, I figured, this guy can't be terribly anal. WRONG.
I finished my training mid-shift on Saturday night...so they sent me on over to the deli to start milling around and figuring out the ropes. E comes over at some point to tell me I'm working Sunday night. Well, my trainer, "T", had already told me to take Sunday night off, so I just sort of mentioned that. E got visibly...annoyed, and told me to come in Sunday night anyway. Afterwards, one of the other women in the deli told me that I should NEVER say to E that anyone else had told me anything. The definite implication was that E didn't take very kindly to "his" people getting direction from anyone else. And the way that other managers are reacting to my asking about my schedule is very much proving me right in assuming he's got a major case of bully going on and not even the other managers will do anything to risk his wrath.
So, basically, a job that I'm supremely good at (I'm taking orders, using the slicer and the fryer, rebuilding machinery, and labeling dishes like a pro on my second day), is getting dumped to some untrained slob (I saw the other applicants and EW) because of one bully manager and a bunch of weenies, and the deli will be WAY behind once again.
Lesson learned. Be unrehirable.