Well after the latest in a series of insults I have decided to quit my crap job in retail. I have 3 years of college, surely I can get something better for the next year until I graduate. The final straw for me was a few weeks ago the boss/owner of the store requested that I call him at the close of that day and read him the gross and net receipts.
That’s reasonable…probably a good idea. I did so and when I called him the next night and the boss told me that it was just for the previous day.
Now weeks later his wife calls me and demands to know why I am not calling with the totals. When I tell her what her husband told me she has a fit at me for not calling in. The next day her husband whines that he never told me any such thing. Buddy, its not my fault you are an incompetent merkin whose pride won’t allow you to admit your wife really runs the show. Then he notices my backpack and tells me I am banned from bringing books to work…out of thin air he decides on a new ‘rule’ just for me! every one else reads the newspaper or “Modern Maturity” magazine on their shift, why can’t I read my Serbo-Croatian language guide or my European History college textbook when there is nothing to do.
Then he suggests I should change my appearance, wear nicer shirts to work. Damnit when I get paid more, I’ll start buying the nicest fucking shirts money can buy, until then I am wearing my cheap ass two year old shirts whether anyone loves it or not.
But then it gets scary. My first couple of weeks on the job several months ago, he didn’t have checks printed so he paid me in cash. Now he wants me to pay back the cash so he can write me back in new checks. I am not going to borrow money from someone or get myself in debt, however temporarily, to cover my boss’ idiot ass. He blames me for slow sales when no one with a modicum of sense would pay $20 bucks for crap that could be bought for $9 at any Walmart in America. I actually feel I am suckering people out of their money when they buy shit at his crappy little mall store.
This is just part of it, I could say a lot more petty things. But they add up to make my job a misery.
Well as you can see I am not very good at ranting. I am actually trying to hold it in until I get my next paycheck. Then I want to let him and his wife have it.
Anyone else have a “take this job and shove it” episode? I put it in the pit because I would like to borrow some choice phrases for my own dramatic- hopefully in full view of several customers - meltdown. I want some good tell off lines…and inspiration!
Oh, and if anyone tells me I am the one with a poor work ethic or just to grin and bear it. Go feltch you ass with an iguana - preferably one with a bad mite infection and diarrhea.