Technically, it's Saturday the 6th as I'm starting this post, but it'll be the 7th by the time I'm finished, because there is a LOT of stuff I'm about to cover.
So, I work as a SA in retail, in a small boutique. It is a store that is VERY big in the UK, so they've decided to bring it over to the US to see how it does over here. Basically, I work in a specialty store that sells MOSTLY high-quality party dresses, although we do have a small section of outerwear in the back corner. Basically they opened this boutique as a test run, and if it "worked out" in terms of sales and repeat customers etc, we would stay at our location (like I said - we are a specialty product, based internationally, so we are just 1 of 6 locations in the US). The price for a FP dress in our store can range from $89.99 to $279.99, and we're located in a mid-sized college town, which both play important parts in my story.
Some more background info about my place in this job and things that will be relevant soon, probably: I started working here in early spring, looking for a job to occupy myself until I join the Air Force (I am a HS graduate who had never gotten a job previously, due to the whole "we want experience but won't give you experience" thing that entry-level employers say). I figured that I would be at this job until late July - at the latest. I was planning on leaving my job for basic training mid-July. Boy, was I wrong...obviously.The manager that hired me was fired in June for "not being able to make weekly sales goals" - upwards of $10,000 a week. Now, with the info from my previous paragraph - knowing the price, the size of the city we are in, and the fact that we are a specialty store - there would be no way we could EVER make $10k in a week. Trust me, I am fairly confident in my abilities to sell, but when you are in a small city with a specialty product that is very expensive in a town with a bunch of college kids? There is NO WAY you will make that goal. Now, I had some pretty big sales when I first started, and it really does depend on the time of year - prom season, homecoming season (which is now, actually), summer weddings - but even in the busy times? People are not really willing to spend 100 bucks on a fancy dress with all the glitz and glamour, that they'll probably only wear once. So she got fired. The one person I could really trust at the store. There were a few times when something had happened in my personal life and I came in crying, and she always made me feel better.
How our store works, is that there are only 2 people for every shift - not a problem, since when I began my employment, we had 8 people. Usually it would be a SM or an AM working with a SA, but sometimes it would just be the SM and AM together. Once the SM got fired, we were down to 7. No big deal, it's a small store anyway! We still had 3 AM's - I'll refer to them as S, B, and C. We were doing awesome, it was prom season, so our sales were amazing, and I loved my job, I came home every day with hilarious stories. It was my first job and so far, it was awesome. Until C got fired by corporate. There are a ton of problems with corporate, but I won't get into them. So basically, what we had in our store, was 2 AM and 5 SA. So the AM would literally have to work ridiculous hours to make sure we had the "1 AM at all times" rule on lock. We have 2 other sister stores (all international stores! What a great idea...) in the mall with us, so sometimes their managers would come down to cover for the AM. Let me call the sister store's manager who usually covered MA. Slowly, one by one, all the SA quit or got fired, because seriously - this was a sinking ship, anyone could figure that out. One day, S texted me, which wasn't unusual because we became close friends and were planning a trip together in August, saying "I just want to let you know before you find out from them, I don't work at *store name* anymore". I was freaking out, because at that point, now it would only be me, another SA, B the AM, and MA the covering manager, who had become more of a regular around our store.
This was turning out to be a shitshow, and very fast. I was weighing my options (this was in the beginning of July, if you are trying to make a timeline of events). I still had no idea when I would be going into the Air Force, so I wasn't sure if I should quit and just wait until basic training, or if I should quit and find another job, or if MAYBE I should just...suck it up until my time had come. I decided to stay. B was beyond verbally abusive to me, but honestly, I figured it'd be better to stay, get WAY more hours because we literally had 3 people working there and 1 person coming in to help, and just take the verbal abuse. Okay, so in hindsight, I should've just quit. But with the military, you never know a damn thing. The verbal abuse basically got worse and I was working almost 60 hour work weeks (side note: I'm only part-time, so...that's illegal), going on conference calls from people with corporate (OMG! I TALKED TO THE CEO OF THE COMPANY! OMG!! But this is also not allowed in the company since I am both part-time and NOT a part of management), and closing the store by myself (another side note: that's not allowed in this company). It was brutal. MA was also joining in on the verbal abuse, saying I "wore the same thing every shift". Well...we kind of have a dress code that isn't anything I would ever wear in my everyday real life...so I'm not going to buy a whole new wardrobe just for this stupid ass job...SORRY. That also prompted me to become a Super Bitch. I was taking No Crap from anybody from that point on. I think I ignored half the stuff MA said. She became the temporary hiring manager, as the regular manager usually did that, but wow, would you look at that! Corporate didn't bother to cover their bases before firing OVER HALF OF THE STORE'S STAFF. MA told me that she was looking into a few prospects for a SM position and a few AM positions. I was pretty excited - when my ex-SM left, the entire store went to shit. We hadn't been making sales at all - I do think a large portion of this is due to the weather being so hot. Nobody goes to the mall on a 90 degree day looking for a bridesmaid dress. That's just not how people work.
Short side note: around the time of the next paragraph, my mode of transportation drops from being available daily to being available only on weekends. I figure this would be a GREAT time to quit - I'm still being severely verbally abused by both B and MA - but I'm a big baby, and wuss out when I tell MA I "need to talk to her". I tell her my availability soon will only be on weekends. She is pissed, although she must have forgotten that I'm only part time and don't have any requirements to fulfill per week in the form of hours, but she sucks it up, and now I only work on weekends.
Around the middle of July, MA has taken to having SA and AM from her store come to work double shifts at my store, and like I said previously, I have a ton of downtime due to transportation issues. One day, B texts me with great news. We have a new store manager and assistant manager! They're finishing up their last two weeks at their soon-to-be old workplaces. I am beyond excited, I can't wait to see the change in this place. Fast forward to the beginning of August. I go in for my shift one day, and I see a new face! Yay! The new AM! She's a bit rude, I can imagine she's going to be a problem. Oh...but who's this? I am finger-spacing the hangers in the store when a woman comes in and starts talking to the new AM. Must be the new manager. I'm so excited to meet her! She comes over to me, and I'm about to hold my hand out and introduce myself (I usually judge people based upon their handshake), but before I can, she yells in my face, "WHY ARE YOU INSIDE THE STORE? ONLY ONE PERSON NEEDS TO BE INSIDE". Huh...okay. Well, she probably wants me to street fight (if you're unfamiliar with the term, it means to stand outside of the store and hand out flyers and generally heckle people. It doesn't work.), so I'll finish up my finger-spacing and go out there in a bit. She leaves a while later, but not before giving me the dirtiest look I've ever seen in my life. I'm appalled. She doesn't even know my name, she never even shook my hand, why would she do that? After she leaves, the new AM comes up to me and says "listen, I just got chewed out for that". What?? I have no clue what she's talking about. "When she tells you to do something, you'd better do it. We came over here both from the same old job, trust me, I know her". Um...but...I was fixing the hangers? I would think that making the store presentable to customers would take precedence over heckling people outside, but alright. I wasn't very impressed. I went home and told my mom and it all went downhill from there. I hated her from that point on - and I know, it's really not fair at all to judge based on one...experience - but really? She didn't even shake my hand or introduce herself. I actually had no idea what her name was until a week or so later. I figured since both of these women were incredibly rude that until I quit, I was going to have a really tough time here from now on.
Fast forward through some more HORRIBLE experiences with new SM. It is the first Saturday of August. I'm leaving on a 9 day trip in a few weeks, so my mother and I are going shopping so I can get some outfits and comfortable shoes for my trip. I have to work from 2-7pm that day, so we arrive at the mall around 10:30AM and plan to make a day out of it. The mall opens at 10. We buy some shoes and some outfits, and are planning on going to lunch, but first I plan on checking on B at the store since she's alone and probably bored out of her mind. When we get there...the store is closed. Oh, I figure, maybe she's run to the bathroom for a quick bit before the traffic starts picking up. There are 2 kiosks across from my store, so I ask one of the women working at them if they had seen B (we're all friends, so they knew who she was, lol). She hasn't seen anyone open the store, and she got there early. I am freaking out. Our sales have been in the toilet lately, my mom is asking whether or not I even have a job at the moment, nobody knows what's going on, and I'm just like... So I'm like, you know what? F this. I'm just a sales associate. This isn't my problem in any way, shape, or form. Let's go get some damn lunch. So we come back at noon and the store still isn't open! Fortunately, someone from corporate is at our sister store. I go there and ask what's going on...and he gives me the horrible news. B didn't show up yesterday or today for her scheduled shifts, and she's terminated. Well, that's great. She was the last person at the store I had who I actually related to a little bit. He tells me that the AM will be opening the store (albeit late as hell, but better than never I guess) and I'd be working with her. Oh. Great. So now I was going to have to work my entire shift with an AM in a horrible mood for getting called in on her day off, and now we were down another person. AGAIN. I survived that night, but it only got harder from there.
Fast forward again, to the week of August 24th. I had just gotten back from my trip a few days prior (I left early, but my work doesn't need to know that. I didn't want them calling me in after I'd been partying the entire past week lol) and was not excited to go back to work. At this point, I had endured more than I could take. I would get anxiety DAYS before a scheduled shift (remember, I only worked on weekends, so I had the whole week to dread that shift), I threw up a few times, I was at what I believed to be the pinnacle of Hating Your Job. I went back on my scheduled day to work. I had talked to my parents about quitting, I decided today was the day. I walked in, clocked in, and was immediately informed that someone who had been previously fired, but then rehired (it was a whole big annoying thing I don't feel like writing about), had been actually fired for good. I was the only SA at my store. How could I give my two week notice now? How could I leave them to find someone in only two weeks? I know these people treat me horribly, but I can't just do that to them. So I wussed out again. I worked another shift or two, and everything was getting worse.
Take that TV remote and fast forward even more to last Saturday. I work my shift with AM, and before I leave, I ask her if this coming week's schedule has been made. She says yes, it's on the cork board in the back room. I go back and check the cork board...I'm not on the schedule. I'M NOT ON THE EFFING SCHEDULE. What the hell? I go out and ask her if I'm not on the schedule for a reason, and she says she didn't make it, so I figure there must be a reason. I tell her to call me this weekend if she needs me to come in, and I go home. I go through my week, so excited for the weekend to come, because I had made plans. Saturday (the 6th - the day I started writing this) comes around. I'm having an amazing day with my mother - she works a lot, so I don't see her much, and this is our first time to really hang out and do things together since I've come back. 10 minutes to 4, I get a call from my job. I'm thinking they're going to want me to come in tonight, and I honestly don't mind, I could really use the money. I answer the phone and my AM is livid, asking me where I am and getting all snippy with me. I'm totally confused, what are you talking about?! She says, "you were on the schedule from 2-7pm tonight. Where are you?" And I just about lose my marbles. This girl has gotta be joking. Right?........Right????!!! First, I had checked the schedule. I wasn't on it. I tell her this and she insists I was looking at the wrong cork board. Thing is, we only have one cork board. Even if that were so, and even if I had somehow been "looking at the wrong cork board", then why did you call me almost 2 hours into my supposed shift to ask me if I was coming? Doesn't 15 to 30 minutes sound like a better plan? Because as of now, I've just picked up dinner, so I'm not coming. Maybe if you would've called me...uh...NOT 2 hours after my shift started, then I would've been able to make it, but since it's 4pm and I still have to eat dinner and get ready, I wouldn't be there until 5, 5:30. Sorry, but there is no way in hell I'd ever come in for 2 hours. I make minimum wage. There's literally no point, I get nothing out of this, I don't care if I was scheduled or not. It's not happening.
Honourable mentions of shitty things they've done to me:
- Made me stand outside street fighting for a 6 shift with no switching out (we are supposed to switch off every 30 minutes when we street fight), no getting drinks, and no bathroom breaks. Multiple times.
- Didn't believe me when I called in to say I couldn't make a shift because I was having an emergency root canal. My AM and SM both got incredibly short with me, and I even got a note from the dentist to prove it if they ever asked. I told my SM (24 hours before - this is adequate notice) I would either be coming into work high as hell on valium and be completely worthless for my entire shift, or in an unbelievable amount of pain from canceling the appointment and still be completely worthless, and told her she could take her pick between those if she needed me to come in so badly. She shut her mouth after that.
- Talking about me while maybe 5 feet away from me, and generally treating me like I have an IQ of 10, when I'm probably more intelligent than everyone that works there combined.
Anyways, the point of this super long post is to announce that I'm finally giving my two week notice. Today. There's nothing they can say that will make me change my mind, I have reached the end of my rope, and I'm pretty sure that if I have to work one more day with these horrid, disgusting people that I might actually tie some of the dresses together and hang myself in the back room. At this point I don't care at all about not having any money, I just feel like my sanity is worth more than staying in a job that I complain about for days before a shift. I'm emotionally drained. The cons outweigh the pros of staying in this toxic workplace any longer. Hopefully I can just get through the last 2 weeks without further incident. Actually, I'm kind of hoping that when I give my two week notice tomorrow that they'll just send me home on the spot, I definitely don't owe these idiots a damn thing.
Sorry this is so long, I feel a lot better after writing all of this though. I did leave a lot out mainly because I didn't want this post to be a wall of text and I didn't want to bore anyone, but I included most of the worst things I've encountered here. I'll make a post when I get out of work with my results. I better not wuss out this time.
So, I work as a SA in retail, in a small boutique. It is a store that is VERY big in the UK, so they've decided to bring it over to the US to see how it does over here. Basically, I work in a specialty store that sells MOSTLY high-quality party dresses, although we do have a small section of outerwear in the back corner. Basically they opened this boutique as a test run, and if it "worked out" in terms of sales and repeat customers etc, we would stay at our location (like I said - we are a specialty product, based internationally, so we are just 1 of 6 locations in the US). The price for a FP dress in our store can range from $89.99 to $279.99, and we're located in a mid-sized college town, which both play important parts in my story.
Some more background info about my place in this job and things that will be relevant soon, probably: I started working here in early spring, looking for a job to occupy myself until I join the Air Force (I am a HS graduate who had never gotten a job previously, due to the whole "we want experience but won't give you experience" thing that entry-level employers say). I figured that I would be at this job until late July - at the latest. I was planning on leaving my job for basic training mid-July. Boy, was I wrong...obviously.The manager that hired me was fired in June for "not being able to make weekly sales goals" - upwards of $10,000 a week. Now, with the info from my previous paragraph - knowing the price, the size of the city we are in, and the fact that we are a specialty store - there would be no way we could EVER make $10k in a week. Trust me, I am fairly confident in my abilities to sell, but when you are in a small city with a specialty product that is very expensive in a town with a bunch of college kids? There is NO WAY you will make that goal. Now, I had some pretty big sales when I first started, and it really does depend on the time of year - prom season, homecoming season (which is now, actually), summer weddings - but even in the busy times? People are not really willing to spend 100 bucks on a fancy dress with all the glitz and glamour, that they'll probably only wear once. So she got fired. The one person I could really trust at the store. There were a few times when something had happened in my personal life and I came in crying, and she always made me feel better.
How our store works, is that there are only 2 people for every shift - not a problem, since when I began my employment, we had 8 people. Usually it would be a SM or an AM working with a SA, but sometimes it would just be the SM and AM together. Once the SM got fired, we were down to 7. No big deal, it's a small store anyway! We still had 3 AM's - I'll refer to them as S, B, and C. We were doing awesome, it was prom season, so our sales were amazing, and I loved my job, I came home every day with hilarious stories. It was my first job and so far, it was awesome. Until C got fired by corporate. There are a ton of problems with corporate, but I won't get into them. So basically, what we had in our store, was 2 AM and 5 SA. So the AM would literally have to work ridiculous hours to make sure we had the "1 AM at all times" rule on lock. We have 2 other sister stores (all international stores! What a great idea...) in the mall with us, so sometimes their managers would come down to cover for the AM. Let me call the sister store's manager who usually covered MA. Slowly, one by one, all the SA quit or got fired, because seriously - this was a sinking ship, anyone could figure that out. One day, S texted me, which wasn't unusual because we became close friends and were planning a trip together in August, saying "I just want to let you know before you find out from them, I don't work at *store name* anymore". I was freaking out, because at that point, now it would only be me, another SA, B the AM, and MA the covering manager, who had become more of a regular around our store.
This was turning out to be a shitshow, and very fast. I was weighing my options (this was in the beginning of July, if you are trying to make a timeline of events). I still had no idea when I would be going into the Air Force, so I wasn't sure if I should quit and just wait until basic training, or if I should quit and find another job, or if MAYBE I should just...suck it up until my time had come. I decided to stay. B was beyond verbally abusive to me, but honestly, I figured it'd be better to stay, get WAY more hours because we literally had 3 people working there and 1 person coming in to help, and just take the verbal abuse. Okay, so in hindsight, I should've just quit. But with the military, you never know a damn thing. The verbal abuse basically got worse and I was working almost 60 hour work weeks (side note: I'm only part-time, so...that's illegal), going on conference calls from people with corporate (OMG! I TALKED TO THE CEO OF THE COMPANY! OMG!! But this is also not allowed in the company since I am both part-time and NOT a part of management), and closing the store by myself (another side note: that's not allowed in this company). It was brutal. MA was also joining in on the verbal abuse, saying I "wore the same thing every shift". Well...we kind of have a dress code that isn't anything I would ever wear in my everyday real life...so I'm not going to buy a whole new wardrobe just for this stupid ass job...SORRY. That also prompted me to become a Super Bitch. I was taking No Crap from anybody from that point on. I think I ignored half the stuff MA said. She became the temporary hiring manager, as the regular manager usually did that, but wow, would you look at that! Corporate didn't bother to cover their bases before firing OVER HALF OF THE STORE'S STAFF. MA told me that she was looking into a few prospects for a SM position and a few AM positions. I was pretty excited - when my ex-SM left, the entire store went to shit. We hadn't been making sales at all - I do think a large portion of this is due to the weather being so hot. Nobody goes to the mall on a 90 degree day looking for a bridesmaid dress. That's just not how people work.
Short side note: around the time of the next paragraph, my mode of transportation drops from being available daily to being available only on weekends. I figure this would be a GREAT time to quit - I'm still being severely verbally abused by both B and MA - but I'm a big baby, and wuss out when I tell MA I "need to talk to her". I tell her my availability soon will only be on weekends. She is pissed, although she must have forgotten that I'm only part time and don't have any requirements to fulfill per week in the form of hours, but she sucks it up, and now I only work on weekends.
Around the middle of July, MA has taken to having SA and AM from her store come to work double shifts at my store, and like I said previously, I have a ton of downtime due to transportation issues. One day, B texts me with great news. We have a new store manager and assistant manager! They're finishing up their last two weeks at their soon-to-be old workplaces. I am beyond excited, I can't wait to see the change in this place. Fast forward to the beginning of August. I go in for my shift one day, and I see a new face! Yay! The new AM! She's a bit rude, I can imagine she's going to be a problem. Oh...but who's this? I am finger-spacing the hangers in the store when a woman comes in and starts talking to the new AM. Must be the new manager. I'm so excited to meet her! She comes over to me, and I'm about to hold my hand out and introduce myself (I usually judge people based upon their handshake), but before I can, she yells in my face, "WHY ARE YOU INSIDE THE STORE? ONLY ONE PERSON NEEDS TO BE INSIDE". Huh...okay. Well, she probably wants me to street fight (if you're unfamiliar with the term, it means to stand outside of the store and hand out flyers and generally heckle people. It doesn't work.), so I'll finish up my finger-spacing and go out there in a bit. She leaves a while later, but not before giving me the dirtiest look I've ever seen in my life. I'm appalled. She doesn't even know my name, she never even shook my hand, why would she do that? After she leaves, the new AM comes up to me and says "listen, I just got chewed out for that". What?? I have no clue what she's talking about. "When she tells you to do something, you'd better do it. We came over here both from the same old job, trust me, I know her". Um...but...I was fixing the hangers? I would think that making the store presentable to customers would take precedence over heckling people outside, but alright. I wasn't very impressed. I went home and told my mom and it all went downhill from there. I hated her from that point on - and I know, it's really not fair at all to judge based on one...experience - but really? She didn't even shake my hand or introduce herself. I actually had no idea what her name was until a week or so later. I figured since both of these women were incredibly rude that until I quit, I was going to have a really tough time here from now on.
Fast forward through some more HORRIBLE experiences with new SM. It is the first Saturday of August. I'm leaving on a 9 day trip in a few weeks, so my mother and I are going shopping so I can get some outfits and comfortable shoes for my trip. I have to work from 2-7pm that day, so we arrive at the mall around 10:30AM and plan to make a day out of it. The mall opens at 10. We buy some shoes and some outfits, and are planning on going to lunch, but first I plan on checking on B at the store since she's alone and probably bored out of her mind. When we get there...the store is closed. Oh, I figure, maybe she's run to the bathroom for a quick bit before the traffic starts picking up. There are 2 kiosks across from my store, so I ask one of the women working at them if they had seen B (we're all friends, so they knew who she was, lol). She hasn't seen anyone open the store, and she got there early. I am freaking out. Our sales have been in the toilet lately, my mom is asking whether or not I even have a job at the moment, nobody knows what's going on, and I'm just like... So I'm like, you know what? F this. I'm just a sales associate. This isn't my problem in any way, shape, or form. Let's go get some damn lunch. So we come back at noon and the store still isn't open! Fortunately, someone from corporate is at our sister store. I go there and ask what's going on...and he gives me the horrible news. B didn't show up yesterday or today for her scheduled shifts, and she's terminated. Well, that's great. She was the last person at the store I had who I actually related to a little bit. He tells me that the AM will be opening the store (albeit late as hell, but better than never I guess) and I'd be working with her. Oh. Great. So now I was going to have to work my entire shift with an AM in a horrible mood for getting called in on her day off, and now we were down another person. AGAIN. I survived that night, but it only got harder from there.
Fast forward again, to the week of August 24th. I had just gotten back from my trip a few days prior (I left early, but my work doesn't need to know that. I didn't want them calling me in after I'd been partying the entire past week lol) and was not excited to go back to work. At this point, I had endured more than I could take. I would get anxiety DAYS before a scheduled shift (remember, I only worked on weekends, so I had the whole week to dread that shift), I threw up a few times, I was at what I believed to be the pinnacle of Hating Your Job. I went back on my scheduled day to work. I had talked to my parents about quitting, I decided today was the day. I walked in, clocked in, and was immediately informed that someone who had been previously fired, but then rehired (it was a whole big annoying thing I don't feel like writing about), had been actually fired for good. I was the only SA at my store. How could I give my two week notice now? How could I leave them to find someone in only two weeks? I know these people treat me horribly, but I can't just do that to them. So I wussed out again. I worked another shift or two, and everything was getting worse.
Take that TV remote and fast forward even more to last Saturday. I work my shift with AM, and before I leave, I ask her if this coming week's schedule has been made. She says yes, it's on the cork board in the back room. I go back and check the cork board...I'm not on the schedule. I'M NOT ON THE EFFING SCHEDULE. What the hell? I go out and ask her if I'm not on the schedule for a reason, and she says she didn't make it, so I figure there must be a reason. I tell her to call me this weekend if she needs me to come in, and I go home. I go through my week, so excited for the weekend to come, because I had made plans. Saturday (the 6th - the day I started writing this) comes around. I'm having an amazing day with my mother - she works a lot, so I don't see her much, and this is our first time to really hang out and do things together since I've come back. 10 minutes to 4, I get a call from my job. I'm thinking they're going to want me to come in tonight, and I honestly don't mind, I could really use the money. I answer the phone and my AM is livid, asking me where I am and getting all snippy with me. I'm totally confused, what are you talking about?! She says, "you were on the schedule from 2-7pm tonight. Where are you?" And I just about lose my marbles. This girl has gotta be joking. Right?........Right????!!! First, I had checked the schedule. I wasn't on it. I tell her this and she insists I was looking at the wrong cork board. Thing is, we only have one cork board. Even if that were so, and even if I had somehow been "looking at the wrong cork board", then why did you call me almost 2 hours into my supposed shift to ask me if I was coming? Doesn't 15 to 30 minutes sound like a better plan? Because as of now, I've just picked up dinner, so I'm not coming. Maybe if you would've called me...uh...NOT 2 hours after my shift started, then I would've been able to make it, but since it's 4pm and I still have to eat dinner and get ready, I wouldn't be there until 5, 5:30. Sorry, but there is no way in hell I'd ever come in for 2 hours. I make minimum wage. There's literally no point, I get nothing out of this, I don't care if I was scheduled or not. It's not happening.
Honourable mentions of shitty things they've done to me:
- Made me stand outside street fighting for a 6 shift with no switching out (we are supposed to switch off every 30 minutes when we street fight), no getting drinks, and no bathroom breaks. Multiple times.
- Didn't believe me when I called in to say I couldn't make a shift because I was having an emergency root canal. My AM and SM both got incredibly short with me, and I even got a note from the dentist to prove it if they ever asked. I told my SM (24 hours before - this is adequate notice) I would either be coming into work high as hell on valium and be completely worthless for my entire shift, or in an unbelievable amount of pain from canceling the appointment and still be completely worthless, and told her she could take her pick between those if she needed me to come in so badly. She shut her mouth after that.
- Talking about me while maybe 5 feet away from me, and generally treating me like I have an IQ of 10, when I'm probably more intelligent than everyone that works there combined.
Anyways, the point of this super long post is to announce that I'm finally giving my two week notice. Today. There's nothing they can say that will make me change my mind, I have reached the end of my rope, and I'm pretty sure that if I have to work one more day with these horrid, disgusting people that I might actually tie some of the dresses together and hang myself in the back room. At this point I don't care at all about not having any money, I just feel like my sanity is worth more than staying in a job that I complain about for days before a shift. I'm emotionally drained. The cons outweigh the pros of staying in this toxic workplace any longer. Hopefully I can just get through the last 2 weeks without further incident. Actually, I'm kind of hoping that when I give my two week notice tomorrow that they'll just send me home on the spot, I definitely don't owe these idiots a damn thing.
Sorry this is so long, I feel a lot better after writing all of this though. I did leave a lot out mainly because I didn't want this post to be a wall of text and I didn't want to bore anyone, but I included most of the worst things I've encountered here. I'll make a post when I get out of work with my results. I better not wuss out this time.
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