Well, there goes another job. I guess I can try to beef up my arms to sell plasma. Heck, I'd probably earn more that way on average anyway, but I liked that job.
Yes, I quit today. We got a new system - something I'd begged for when I first began at PJ's. It has a really cool biometric fingerprint scanner! Very cool biometric scanner. And the system seems much simpler. However, the callers had no idea we were doing something new, so while I was fumbling around I heard one customer mutter (maybe to a friend) "It's not that difficult...I don't know why it's taking so long." So I said "Sorry, we just got a new system and I'm having a hard time." She said "Oh that's okay!! You're fine!"
Mhm.
I mean, I'm glad she was cool with it because I was taking a long time, but frustrated at myself for pissing off a customer. So I needed help getting used to the system. I actually had no idea we were getting one. Well, the only person who I could get help from was one of my managers. She's a grade A piece of work. She's in her teens, very skilled with pleasing angry customers (so I hear), and she's a smarmy jerk most of the time. At least to people she doesn't like.
Unfortunately, I was one of those. I don't know if it's because I was friends with the guy she dated at work who got fired for it and whom she shortly-afterward dumped (cold). I don't know if it's because I don't like her chronic lying problem or attention-seeking personality, and I just let it show, but she didn't like me. She'd always pick on me. Nobody in the store likes to get the phone or till so, if no one is getting it after a ring or two, she'll tell me to get it. Every. Dang. Time. No matter what I was doing. I honestly tried to be nice to her. I know she has a kidney disease too, so we bonded that way. I bought her painkillers once when I went to pick up Stephen because there wasn't any in the store. Usually I cut people out if I don't like them and that's that. But I felt like I had to get along with her to keep my job.
And I did most of the time. But sometimes I'd talk back to her. Usually after something stupid/mean she'd say to the new people or after one of her frequent, condescending comments. One time, I was being a buttface first, and I'll admit to it. I apologized to her and I thought we were cool.
Anyway, she's the main reason I quit. The straw that broke this cammel's back was that I was having a hard time with the new system. Apparently, on the board all week there was a note telling us to do the training module on the computer. Well, guess who only worked on Monday and Tuesday? Me. Guess who didn't look at the numbers that managers send to other managers, usually? Me. I wasn't aware we were supposed to look at those. I feel like they could've done a WAY better job of getting the word out. Especially since I wasn't the only one.
Well, after helping me a couple of times, my manager (or shift leader?) walked back to the makeline and started bitching to the other two workers (one of whom is also a manager - and a much better one in my opinion) about how it's so weird that "people" are asking her questions about the system when it's been up on the numbers whatever for a whole week. She always does that, too. Talks about workers behind their backs. That's the second time she's done it to me where it's loud enough for me to hear. Maybe I should report that? I dunno. But I told her to knock it off and that I knew it was directed at me and, of course, she said "actually, it wasn't". I don't know who thought an 18 year old manager was a good idea, but it's not. For this very reason.
There were other minor problems though. One is the small issue of all the new people treating me like I'm new. I get it. There are a TON of new people at the store, but I'm clearly not one of them. Especially on the makeline. You can see that I know what I'm doing, so don't tell me what to do when you can't even remember pepperonis on a Supreme!
Another thing was school. I need to do well in school or I'm toast. School is important to me and, lately, my transcript is looking abysmal. I need to focus. I know other people can do both (Heck, my husband is doing both right now, he's my hero!), but I worry I probably can't. And it's not just the time commitment - which actually isn't that much thanks to the flexible scheduling - but I can't sleep knowing I have something to do the next day, even when it's at 5pm. If I do get to sleep, it's light and I have nightmares. Every time.
So yeah, I guess it was bound to happen, but I wish I'd given two weeks notice. I wish I could've done it for just one more month. Heck, 4 more months would've been a year! That would look great on my resume. As of now I'm just panicked that I won't have enough money for the months to come. I hope I can get a job that relates to my career options. I'd like to work at UVU if possible.
Well, cheers.
No comments:
Post a Comment