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I actually got home just now from asking for my first (they never paid), and final paycheck.
I quit my job yesterday morning. I needed my pay because I was resigning, and there was shock. Apparently the manager I told yesterday I was quitting, told no one else like he was supposed to. There was a whole ordeal of paperwork I was supposed to sign, but this morning, I was just given a notepad and told to write down my reason for quitting as transportation issues. In reality, the management was absolute shit.
The Walmart I worked at is supposed to employ about 600 people; it looked to have no more than 40 people while I was there. It was horribly understaffed, nothing got done. Merchandise was all over the store, broken, hazardous waste too. Nothing ever got put back, stock boys never did their job. Products are in cases, and none of the employees were given the keys, so customers would wait 45 minutes just to get their $5 items. Online pick up was the same way. Only 1 cashier and 5 open self-check-outs for a store that's got hundreds of people coming in and out throughout the day.
I was the "customer host" where I had to confront customers who forgot to pay or were stealing. I was never properly trained, nor did I have a walkie to call in management when a fight broke out. I was on my own. I had customers make sexual advances, where management was nowhere to be seen to report the incident. I could not leave my post, but somehow had to keep my section of the store clean, while also reading receipts, making people go back and pay.
Cashiers never knew what they were doing, so taking off tags was a bitch. Things get really hectic when you're a 108lb white girl telling a strong, angry black customer he forgot to pay. They think I target them because of their race, when the reality is, I'm only allowed to scan certain items, which he happened to have. No security came up to help me, and things could have turned really bad.
Managers also made fun of disabled customers, and the ethics hotline does nothing, rather, they tell the very managers you're calling against what is happening, leading to mysterious "schedule changes," aka less pay. We had several disabled customers who purchased large amounts of goods ($400 worth), and they were not allowed to take their motorized carts outside. The customer reasonably asked if I could assist her out, but I am not allowed to leave my post, I told her I needed to call management. I had no walkie and had to leave my post, and ask a cashier to call for me. After 30 minutes, management never came, the customer became angry, accusing me of not calling. I was having difficulty listening to her, offering her assistance, while simultaneously trying to read the receipts of 3 people and making sure two other people didn't sneak out the door. I'm supposed to have another customer host at the door with me, but management doesn't want to spend the money to hire enough people. What makes it bad, is they never taught me what to look for on the receipts. I didn't get any real training, I was winging my job, which made it incredibly difficult to be timely.
My final straw was when I got in trouble for not knowing who to call when the cashiers, the return desk, credit services, AND a vendor ALL needed me to call management around the same time, and I didn't have a walkie. They all wanted me to remember their long request (of code numbers I couldn't remember because I didn't know what they were, no training), and I still needed to greet everyone coming though the door and print stickers for returns. I was so overbooked trying to remember these things, that my area got trash, and maintenance got upset with me, "Remember to clean your station! It's your job!" I do remember, I'm too busy! There's supposed to be two people to a door!
Additionally, some customers were upset with me; I didn't give them return stickers because they ignored me when I asked them if they were doing a said return. My last straw was when services got upset I was allowing customers to stand in the return line without receipts. I already told the goddamn customer, they don't listen. They ignore me and stand in line anyway, and even get really angry; I let them wait in line 45 minutes in line just so that services can tell them they can't return without a receipt. Hilarious, and worth getting yelled at for.
All of this for part-time, minumum wage, and the job can be up to a 45 minute drive one-way. I can take crappy customers, but I expect a certain level of decency from managers. I'm not risking my safety anymore, because there were a lot of instances I needed a manager I haven't mentioned, and they never came.
Yes, once when I was in a seasonal position at a clothing store. I had never worked retail before. Training consisted of 3 days of watching videos. I was then placed by a register.
None of my coworkers wanted to help me even a little. If I asked anything, they would do an exaggerated sigh and make me feel bad about it. I was by myself, I never had worked retail in my life. Customers would yell at me for my incompetence, and I didn't know what to do a lot of the time so all I could do was apologize at them until they left. On Black Friday something in the system got messed up, for every customer who wanted to pay with card we had to call some credit security number and get a verification code from them, which took around 10 minutes per customer. Either the customer and I would sit in silence while the credit people put me on hold awkwardly or they would yell at me.
I was then transferred to working in returns/online order pickup, which was even more miserable. Every day, at least 3 people would scream at me for a good ten minutes at least. There was this one lady who slapped my hand away when I tried to give her a receipt. A lot of the time the online order they requested just wasn't there for whatever reason, very awkward to say
>so sorry, I know you already paid for your order but it isn't there. I'll try to call someone who may or may not answer to get your order together, if they don't pick up I'll go myself I guess, sorry to anyone who is in line.
People would yell at me for the quality of the product, for not being fast enough, etc. Some of what they said was justified and true, but I was trying my best everyday to be polite and kind to everyone, I just had not received any real training. I came home crying every day I worked there because some people are just nasty. Most of them were the stereotypical "can I speak to the manager" middle-aged white women. I can understand being frustrated, but not to the extent you continue screaming at someone who is obviously apologetic and trying to remedy the situation.
Rather than quitting on the spot, I did something shitty and got myself fired. Since I was alone a lot, I was thinking "if I just left right now, would anyone notice I was gone?". So for a month I would go to work, clock in, leave the building, and clock out when my shift was supposed to end. They caught on eventually (but I got a month of wages I didn't work for).
Since then, I have never worked retail. I only do food service for my part time jobs. Sometimes I get paranoid that what I did will fuck me over because the place I worked at was very big, also I feel too embarrassed to walk around the mall where the store was as well.
How did you so stealthily sneak in and out of work for the shift times whilst dragging around such giant balls?
As long as you don't include it in your resume I wouldn't worry about it following you, since you managed to get a whole month of wages then they clearly couldn't prove all of what you did or else they wouldn't have paid you and would have even pressed charges. Obviously avoid working in that company and maybe even that mall, but it's not going to follow you to a different city or into another work sector. You'll be another faceless outrageous story for the managers to tell each other over beers, but stuff like that happens all the time in chains with a high turnover rate.
It's fucking hilarious and speaks to the shittiness of retail that you managed to clock a month's worth of shifts that you never worked and no one noticed the whole time.
I've never quit on the spot in person. I've left plenty of retail jobs by just not showing up the next day and blocking the store phone number. Or emailing in a stupid shitty excuse ("my mom's dying") that I couldn't work there anymore then never checked the response. It's stupid and I feel bad for doing these things instead of quitting like a normal person. Currently I'm struggling to find employment so maybe that's my karma.
We would clock in on some random register. There was a register set up in a private area, I think so that the people working in online returns could scan the receipts. I would wait until no one was there, sign in, and leave as stealthily as I could. Same thing for clocking out. If I was working long enough to get a lunch, I would come a bit early before my shift ended, like an hour before, take my "lunch" and hang out in the break room. Then I would hang around the store folding clothes for another 30 min and then clock out. >>385689
I don't understand why anyone would work retail over food service for minimum wage work. I worked at a literal McDonalds for an entire year and was treated much better, the customers were generally polite and my coworkers were fun. Retail somehow manages to be both incredibly stressful and boring as hell.
The McDonalds I worked at was one of the nicer ones, maybe I wouldn't recommend it if the one in your area is in a seedy location. The job is incredibly simple, you can learn everything in a week. Most people are in a better mood too and are nicer to you. I think in retail customers come frustrated because they have already been shopping for some hours.
Both pay minimum wage, only difference is that you have to dress up and look fashionable if you are working with clothes.
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I fantasized about just walking out of my old job mid-shift because I was so sick of the drama and gossip that came from my coworkers, my managers unwillingness to actually deal with it properly, being forced to deal with dangerously unhygienic situations, and the horrible turnover rate we had because the job was so hard. I felt like I was the only worker there who actually gave a shit about doing a good job and having a nice work environment.
I was scared to quit at first but after having a breakdown at work in front of one of my managers and my other manager not giving a shit that I was injured and couldn't finish my work for the day, I said fuck it and put in my 2 weeks notice the next day. I would've just quit right there, but I wanted the rest of my PTO so I stuck it out. Surprisingly, the bitch manager actually wrote me a letter of recommendation, which is another reason I stuck around for 2 weeks. >>385853
I hope you got that raise in writing and they don't try to fuck you over once the think they've reeled you back in.
I have a story, but i didn't necessarily quit, i just got myself fired.
I remember my first job at 18 years old in Mcdonalds. My cousin got me the job since he used to work there and put in a word for me. I also got another offer from a different McDonald's that was further away. After accepting the job in the closer Mcdonald's, my training consisted of a high speed explanation of how to do things. I got yelled at immediately for not knowing what i was doing because i hadn't been taught everything and i was really flustered. The other employees would get pissed off when i asked for help. For the first week i was like, OK i'm new, it's OK, i'll get better.
Fast forward 2 weeks, i still don't have a proper schedule, everyone hates me because i wasn't a social butterfly like my cousin, who they adored. I got shouted at even though i was doing everything correct and was trying my best. They would always find something to nitpick me on, people would talk shit about me constantly.
Every time i got a call for me to go to work, i wanted to cry. You'd think that working in fast food, the customers would be the people who make me want to kill myself, but no. Apparently managers think i am a piece of shit because i don't want to overshare my life with the other workers that would rather see me gone (maybe dead) and because i don't smile enough, even though nobody else is smiling. I could tell every time they called me, the managers were doing everything in their power to avoid having to bring me in and only did so because they were desperate.
I told my parents how bad work was, they didn't care. My mum told me if i quit, she would beat me up. She also kept in correspondence with my manager who updated her on everything. He probably told a bunch of lies.
One day, I just decided to give up. My managers decided i was too useless on the till (it's almost as if shouting at me and making me anxious isn't helping me think), So I was set to the task of filling boxes of chicken nuggets and i just decided to not put any effort into it. Thankfully i got fired 10 minutes after for letting the chicken nuggets go cold all over the counter and being slow. I cried because i thought my mum was going to scream at me. Whilst i was still traumatised by the experience, my sister decided to scream laugh down the phone to her friends about my failure. Oh, and i only got paid £4.25 an hour.
This job messed me up so bad because i was already a very anxious person, and had self esteem issues. I thought i was a failure in life and i would never ever find a new job.
I now work in primark where i get paid £7.95 an hour. Sure the customers can be little shits sometimes, but they don't compare to anything that went down in Mcdonalds. I never get nagged at, shouted at, in fact i even get praise for doing a good job and they literally give me as much overtime as i want when i have time off from uni. And a proper fucking schedule.
Myself, I liked waiting tables (or at least tolerated them), but then our black customers tended to tip the best (Japanese restaurants are like that).
I quit on the first day of a bookkeeping gig for the first time in my life recently; the job itself was okay, but it was a horrible commute and the place might as well have been on fire as far as organization was concerned. Much as too many cooks spoil the broth, too many accountants ruin the books.
Just a rule of thumb I've adopted since; the more government funding a non-for-profit has, the more ineptly run it is. So like >>385601
while I was in a similar position, I managed to clock at least a few days I never showed.
>>385894>I had a nicer car.
The rest of your story was fine but this is kinda naive. Where I'm from at least, many of the ppl you see trying to show off their money don't actually have much of it.
Quit, quit, quit.
Trust me, it doesn't get better. I worked at a sushi place with Chinese immigrants, family owned. The physical abuse gets worse and worse and god forbid you have a mental health issue, they simply will not understand.
I finally quit after suffering badly with an eating disorder that no one fucking took notice to except my loyal, wonderful customers, and my boss decided not to let me eat ANY food from the restaurant (even on my days off).
Please get out while you're sane.