Need new job. RANT AHEAD.

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After a shit night’s sleep because my body decides to wake up when my dad does at 4am and be wide awake even though I only went to bed 3 hours previously and I can’t get back to sleep for hours… I wake up to a lovely message from my manager. “Because you didn’t see Raz (floor manager) this weekend try and come in this week to get it signed. Don’t be late. Thank you.” 

I’m surprised she said thank you, she usually doesn’t when she tells me she’s suddenly changing my shift 2 days before. So, the signing thing is about my leave form. Everybody, I’M A FREAKIN CASUAL. I shouldn’t have to put leave forms in the first place. Casual’s just ring up a couple days prior and be like, hey guys I can’t work this shift. But no. If  WE did that, that’s not ‘acceptable’. We still have to come in and work no matter what. So, they have this leave form system. Fine. I handed one in weeks ago, saying I can’t work on a Sunday. This past Sunday that I worked, she wanted me to get it signed by the floor manager. I work in the deli and we were sooooo busy from 10:30-12 we did not stop (only 2 of us on). We had orders, line of customers, had stock to reduce, not to mention the big list of things my manager had ordered us to do and if we didn’t do them we had to state a legitimate reason why. I didn’t even see Raz walk by, I didn’t even know he was there, sometimes he’s not. Honestly, I don’t think he was, he usually leaves my 11. That left me half an hour of busy-times to see him. Nice.

So now I have to come in during the week out of MY time just to get a freakin form signed?! I have exams to study for, no thanks. And if I didn’t have my exams, mark my words, my resume would be fixed up right now and I would be going to places and handing it in. Cause there is sooooo much more I could go on about right now. I try so fucking hard at that place. Always have. And they’ve always treated me like shit. Now I get hardly no shifts because I’m 19. I’m too old. Cheap bastards. Rather pay the 15 year olds who have no idea and let them get away with everything.

AND I was working alone for 2 hours yesterday from 12-2. Plus everything was expected of me. I know, whatever, it’s called dealing with stressful situations and working under pressure. No. That’s called milking what they can out of us. And I’m sick of it.