Salvation army sucks butts
Quit my fucking job at the salvation army thrift store yesterday. I worked there for over a year, and was always told by my asst manager, supervisors, and a couple times by my manager that I was fast, a great worker, the best/quickest at putting away clothes, etc.
My fucking dickhole of a boss is going through manopause or something though and was basically trying to make me quit recently. I work my fucking ass off for this dick, eating one meal a day, not taking my breaks, staying late and not getting paid Shit, dealing with him approving my vacation days 6 months in advance then magically I find out on the payday after my vacation I didn’t get paid for one of the vacation days, I only ever got I think 4 Saturday's off in over a year of working there..
Everybody at my fucking job hates him and I was the only one who ever even tried to stick up for him, looking back I have no idea why I bothered.
On Thursday I WORKED MY ASS OFF. When I got to work for my shift at 1pm there were FOUR clothing racks backed up because he didn’t schedule enough people for that day. I worked 9 hours on one small meal I ate before work. During the last few hours my lips were tingling and I felt like fainting from low blood sugar, I didn’t take either of my 15 minute breaks because there was so much left for us to do in the evening. (400+ items of clothes to put away, another 100+ items of clothing in the fitting room, 100+ items of housewares to put away, 4 sections of clothing to “raggout” which is taking off old ones to make room for new ones, plus cash, and announcements every 15 minutes, and cleaning the store)
Anyway that’s way more than what we normally have to do, and its humanly impossible for 2 people to do in the time given. So we stayed until 10pm to do everything. Oh and did I mention my manger called and even when we explained the situation he said we couldn’t leave anything for the morning? (which we sometimes do in these instances)
Also I decided this week to actually demand pay for my time worked overtime at night because I never have gotten paid for it.
Then I was off Friday, and when I came in Saturday morning(yesterday) he has the fucking NERVE to pull me into the office and tell me these bullshit stories of things that apparently happened weeks ago (why the fuck didn’t he talk to me about these things right after they supposedly happened??) and started bitching to me about how when I was working in production last Saturday when the asst manager told us to stop putting clothing out because we couldn’t make the number in time, I said I thought we could get the number, and apparently that’s “giving her a hard time” and then he bitches about me slowing people down when I worked out back Saturday?? Because I was apparently talking too much to the supervisor, WHO WASN’T EVEN WORKING BACK THERE WITH US?? AM I A TELEPATH NOW? The real reason I might have been slow that day is because I was POOPING AND PUKING because I was SICK, and had to keep running to the bathroom, but I fucking stayed and tried anyway because I’m a HARD WORKER. I could have just left them short handed.
Then the final straw was when he had the fucking NERVE, THE GALL, to say it was my fault the racks were backed up Thursday. BUDDY, THEY WERE FUCKING BACKED UP WHEN I ARRIVED TO WORK, how the tits is that my fault? I wasn’t even fucking there, they were backed up because there was only ONE person on the floor all morning and then only two of us in the afternoon/evening. And everybody knows I am literally the fastest at rolling racks of clothing so. If you refer back to my paragraph about Thursday pretty sure I tried my fucking hardest.
So I fucking turned and swung the office door opened and fucked the fuck out of there and yelled “I’m leaving, I QUIT” because I was literally shaking with anger. I work my ass off for a year, and this is my fucking repayment? I fucking got my Shit from my locker, told everybody out back I QUIT, storm the fuck out, and go outside where I get comforted by some customers and tell them what a dick my ex-boss is. And my favourite coworker who is a supervisor and was in the office with us comes out to comfort me and make me feel better and he agrees with me, and yeah. I go home and an ex-employee, and a current employee message me and also agree with me.
I honestly would not be surprised if he was trying to piss me off just because I was trying to finally get paid for being forced to work late. I wouldn’t put it past him. Well we’ll see how that store does now. When I had time off for a few weeks it went to Shit until I returned, so it shouldn’t take long to return to shit now that I’m gone.
My only regret is that I didn’t accept one of the two job offers I received a few weeks ago, when I had the chance.
