At what point do I cry "UNCLE!" ?
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ostarellaSometimes it seems that the only time I post here is when things are going badly - but then it also seems that things are either going badly or just not going anywhere at all...
So last night at work, I found out that the manager told Omar that, even though we worked our asses off due to management mis-management, it "wasn't good enough". The manager was disappointed that, after we found out they weren't going to wax anything, we didn't continue at our breakneck speed. No, Mr Bossman, we dropped out of hyper-drive to the normal too-much-to-do-in-the-allotted-time pace. But thanks for your appreciation of our efforts due solely to your not knowing how the fuck to manage!!! So yeah, another nail in the coffin of Why I Love Working for WalMart...
I did get my 90 day performance review the other night - the highest 'score' they give on everything. They do have one higher score, but (according to other associates) they never give that to anyone so they have an incentive to work harder. Typical management logic. But it was nice to pass that milestone, because now I get the employee discount. Plus, it reminded me I'm one third of the way through to my goal of quitting come December. Which is good morale-wise, not so good when I look at the bank book. But then I've been catching up on financial things the last three months - the next three I'll be starting to build my "Drop Dead" fund. :D
And, on the way home this morning, something went wrong with the truck - the idle is extremely fast in the first 3 gears. I drove through town at 35mph and didn't even have my foot on the accelerator. Plus the 'check engine' light came on. So it's now in the shop - hopefully just a sticky accelerator plate, or some other small adjustment and not something major. At least I have the money to pay for it now.
One really nice thing - when I was on break last night (out in the truck having a smoke) I looked up and there was Roger! Roger, my 'knight in rusty armor' from the Blue Zoo. He's the guy who would fix my vehicles at work, and we always were joking around about sex things :p Bear in mind, he's got a long, long beard and even longer hair that he wears in a pony-tail - and he's my age. Our initial common ground was that we both bought junky vehicles because they were cheap :D He got his from junkyards and then fixed them to run; I bought mine from used car lots and drove them till they died. LOL So anyway, I called out to him and he came over and gave me a big bear hug, which with him means my feet were about a foot off the ground (it's been over a year since I saw him last). So we chatted for a while until I had to go back in to work, and he came in with me and started hollering hello's to all the people he knew at the store - which, apparently, added to my "prestige", being his bud and all. LOL Cool guy, really. And a very good friend.
Today is my 'one day' off - and I had so much planned! Then with the truck, it kinda took the wind out of my sails. Plus it's hot and muggy again, though not as bad as yesterday. So I just said fuck it and went to bed. Now I'm up again and trying to salvage what I can, but I think I may just work on Covenant and some other writing stuff and call it a productive day. Oh, and look through the myriad of employment sites to see if there's anything going on around the area (like that's going to happen). Mainly, if you're in the medical field somewhere, there are jobs (what with Mayo being here); otherwise, good luck, turkey! Gawd...
All in all, just another fucky day. Ain't I fun, though? :p
So last night at work, I found out that the manager told Omar that, even though we worked our asses off due to management mis-management, it "wasn't good enough". The manager was disappointed that, after we found out they weren't going to wax anything, we didn't continue at our breakneck speed. No, Mr Bossman, we dropped out of hyper-drive to the normal too-much-to-do-in-the-allotted-time pace. But thanks for your appreciation of our efforts due solely to your not knowing how the fuck to manage!!! So yeah, another nail in the coffin of Why I Love Working for WalMart...
I did get my 90 day performance review the other night - the highest 'score' they give on everything. They do have one higher score, but (according to other associates) they never give that to anyone so they have an incentive to work harder. Typical management logic. But it was nice to pass that milestone, because now I get the employee discount. Plus, it reminded me I'm one third of the way through to my goal of quitting come December. Which is good morale-wise, not so good when I look at the bank book. But then I've been catching up on financial things the last three months - the next three I'll be starting to build my "Drop Dead" fund. :D
And, on the way home this morning, something went wrong with the truck - the idle is extremely fast in the first 3 gears. I drove through town at 35mph and didn't even have my foot on the accelerator. Plus the 'check engine' light came on. So it's now in the shop - hopefully just a sticky accelerator plate, or some other small adjustment and not something major. At least I have the money to pay for it now.
One really nice thing - when I was on break last night (out in the truck having a smoke) I looked up and there was Roger! Roger, my 'knight in rusty armor' from the Blue Zoo. He's the guy who would fix my vehicles at work, and we always were joking around about sex things :p Bear in mind, he's got a long, long beard and even longer hair that he wears in a pony-tail - and he's my age. Our initial common ground was that we both bought junky vehicles because they were cheap :D He got his from junkyards and then fixed them to run; I bought mine from used car lots and drove them till they died. LOL So anyway, I called out to him and he came over and gave me a big bear hug, which with him means my feet were about a foot off the ground (it's been over a year since I saw him last). So we chatted for a while until I had to go back in to work, and he came in with me and started hollering hello's to all the people he knew at the store - which, apparently, added to my "prestige", being his bud and all. LOL Cool guy, really. And a very good friend.
Today is my 'one day' off - and I had so much planned! Then with the truck, it kinda took the wind out of my sails. Plus it's hot and muggy again, though not as bad as yesterday. So I just said fuck it and went to bed. Now I'm up again and trying to salvage what I can, but I think I may just work on Covenant and some other writing stuff and call it a productive day. Oh, and look through the myriad of employment sites to see if there's anything going on around the area (like that's going to happen). Mainly, if you're in the medical field somewhere, there are jobs (what with Mayo being here); otherwise, good luck, turkey! Gawd...
All in all, just another fucky day. Ain't I fun, though? :p
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Date: 2010-07-16 06:15 am (UTC)Heh, good to hear that "friend of Roger" adds to your cachet at work.
I sympathise about work sucking. The general "culture" where I work is changing a lot just now and not for the better and I'm pretty grumpy about it. Just gotta put up with it though. Hey, December will soon come around.
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Date: 2010-07-16 10:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-16 10:10 am (UTC)Ah, the joys of working in retail. I hear you! I hear you! I feel EXACTLY the same. And don't worry, to rub salt into the wound, they will boast to their staff how well they've done in reaching 3.4billion pounds profit for the year ;-) (Well that's what my company did! And when we complain there isn't enough staff... 'we don't have the staff hours'. Grrr....
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Date: 2010-07-16 10:27 am (UTC)I think my initial reservations about the climate there are being proven out, frankly. The whole Walmart "cult" thing - a sham "We're a great place to work" while the managers are under pressure to produce which they take out on the people doing the actual work. I've seen that style many times, but with the whole Holy Sam Walton thing, it's that much harder to swallow. (They actually have a customer service pledge on the wall in the breakroom that ends with "So help me Sam Walton"!!!)
Pardon me while I pull my head out of the toilet...