An Update

Yes, I haven't posted in a while. I just have not had the time. Blame the move.

It has been quite interesting over the past couple of weeks. It seems S is a bigger bitch than I had originally thought.

One of my friends, "A", told me her son "Z" had been fired from our store. The reason? Too many absences. When Z asked to see said absences, S just talked around the request. He asked three times. She ignored the request three times. He finally got pissed enough to yell, "Kiss my ass!" before leaving. (I would have loved to have seen that.)

S is also trying to get rid of all the minors we currently have working at our store. She doesn't want them around; they are too much of a pain in the ass in her opinion. And worse, if a minor fills out an application to work at our store, she'll ignore it unless they call and ask about it. When head cashier "K" mentioned she had interviewed a minor a few days ago, S absolutely exploded yelling, "NO MORE MINORS!!"

I have to wonder, isn't that a form of discrimination? Wonder if the labor board, or the media, for that matter, would be interested.

--Weasel, "It make for a good story."

Insert Random Swearing Here

Wallace and motherfucking Grommit get the Oscar for best animated picture. As usual, the "Academy" gives the award to a pile of shit and not the deserving film. Typical.

--Weasel, "Miyazaki was robbed, dammit."

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

It's ours!

It has been a pretty hectic couple of weeks, which is why I haven't posted in, uh, forever. But I have good news. And it has nothing to do with car insurance.

Prime and I got the house.

February 28th was quite a day. My writing hand got one helluva workout; we had to sign 2,894,367 different forms, and initial and date 1200 more. But once we were done with that, we officially became homeowners.

That was the good news. Now on to the work front, aka the really bad news.

Although the Sow has left me alone for the past couple of weeks (Thank Primus!!), head honcho cashier S has gotten more and more obnoxious. Case in point: I went to one of the February cashier meetings just before we closed on the house. (Normally, I say fuck the meetings, but since S threatened me with termination, I decided to play it safe this one time.) It was an interesting meeting, to say the very least.

Of course, it was the usual bitchfest and I've heard it all before: there have been too many left-behinds and S is tired of it. She said that she had tried "everything" to help us solve the problem, so she's going to start coaching us again. Worse still, we are now required to snitch on each other; if someone has a bag that's been left on the front end and they try to "hide" it, we're supposed to tell a head cashier. (Fuck that noise....) No more "gossiping" on the front end and for the love of the Gods watch what the hell you say in the breakroom. (Seems a few souls got "offended" by some things that were said by other associates. Awww, poor widdle thing. I'll go call the Waaah-bulance.) Don't do this or you'll get your ass in trouble, don't steal the company's time, (they're more than happy to steal mine, the sorry fucks) be careful of internet coupon fraud, etc. Then came the "Got any questions?" portion of the meeting. Here's where things really got good.

One of the newly hired cashiers wanted to know what we should say to people if they asked how our company treated us as employees. S said that the best thing to say was that we "chose" to work at our company and we were "proud to be employed" by our company. Then S went on a rant as to how we're biggest and "best" company out there and that's why we're a target for criticism. She then said that we would be making more headlines because the "pharmaceutical companies were going to force us to carry the morning-after pill".

Uh-huh. Riiiiiiiiiiight.

First off, it's the government that's telling our "wonderful" company to carry emergency contraception, if I recall correctly. But that's not the biggest thing that irked me. Our wonderful company "chose" to have a pharmacy. They made that "choice" themselves. If they didn't want to deal with the ramifications of that choice, then they should remove the damned pharmacy. "Choice" is a two-way street. They should fucking remember that. Morons.

After wasting 45 minutes of my life, I was allowed to return to work and finish my shift. Two days later, I run into S in the breakroom. She gets snippy with me, wondering if I "remembered" any of the four cashier meetings that were held in February.

(insert eye-roll here)

(Jeez, ya dumb bitch, you looked right at me! You watched me sign the damn notebook!) I simply smiled and said that I went to the second to last meeting. S then smiled and congratulated me.

I'm going to get my transfer in motion this week. And I'll be looking for a new job ASAP.

--Weasel, "I only stayed in that hellhole to get the house..... now that entire place can go fornicate itself with an iron stick."