Welp, I’m unemployed again...
I accidentally left my phone at work on Thursday night, so I went in to retrieve it yesterday (my one day off this week). I went to check if the schedule for next week had been posted yet and found that two new people had been hired and my name was curiously missing. I tried to call my boss from the store phone (mine was dead), but she never answered. I couldn’t sleep all night because I didn’t know what the hell was going on, though I had a good guess.
So when I went to open the store this morning, I noticed that the hours I was supposed to work tomorrow were marked out too. I called my boss, like I do every morning, but this time I asked her why I wasn’t scheduled. She gave me some vague “we’ll talk about it later.”
One of the new girls was there, and I was supposed to be training her this morning. But I could see where this was all going. Instead of sticking around to train my own replacement, I just left. (Note: The new girl already kinda knew what she was doing, so I wasn’t screwing her over, and she was cool with me leaving.)
Even if she wasn’t going to fire me, and maybe just put me on some sort of probation, A.) That shit ain’t cool, I gotta pay bills, and B.) I have been busting my ass at that place while the two dudes who work there have been sitting on their asses doing nothing. We’ve been doing inventory for the past week, and during a 4 day period I noted that even though I had been off for 2 of those days, I had completed 6 pages of the inventory while they had only completed 1 ½ between the two of them. I would come in to open and find the place filthy, floors not vacuumed, display cases still covered in dirty hand prints. I had spent the last few weeks reorganizing that place top to bottom to have a more comprehensive layout and make it easier for customers to find what they needed. And this is the thanks I get…
I should have fucking known. I had two previous employees on two separate occasions, as well as one current employee, tell me that my boss was a conniving, spineless, petty, unprofessional sleazeball. She paid lip service to the idea of open, direct communication, but then would cut people’s hours behind their back, without even talking to them first, for the slightest infractions. That was her favorite weapon against her own employees, and from what I hear she did it to everyone, even for something as mundane as asking for one day off.
The only thing I can think of as a reason for why it came to this is because she is a very superstitious old woman and thinks I’m some sort of “evil devil worshiper” or something. I once drew a sign for my tip jar that had a picture of Trump on one side and Satan on the other, with a jar behind each one, that said “vote with your tips.” The customers loved it, and I got plenty of tips that way, but my boss threw it away when she saw it and reprimanded me, saying she doesn’t want “devil related stuff” in her store. She had told another employee at another store (there are 3 stores in the DFW area) that she had to have her pagan themed tattoos covered while at work. I think the last straw might have been when the warehouse guy dropped off some new merchandise and saw me wearing my inverted cross earrings (I had meant to take them out before he got there), and because he is well known as being “the snitch,” ran to her and told her about it.
Did I mention my boss is dating the owner and owns three Mustangs? And the warehouse guy is dating the owner’s daughter? I feel these are also relevant points.
I would love to call up the Dallas chapter of The Satanic Temple and go after their asses for this, but it’s so hard to establish proof in these cases. I’m glad to be out of such a toxic environment, and I feel bad for the new girls because now they’ll have to deal with it, but I still need to be able to survive, and now it’s going to become a lot harder.
It is literally always two steps forward, one step back.