I had a shitty job for about four years at a fast food place. It didn't start out so bad, it was always a job. It was never 'hard' but I always saw people come and go. Before I had this job it felt like I had the worst time finding a job, so I had clung to it because I didn't know if it would be as difficult to find somewhere to replace it with.
For a while things were good. We were still part of corporate, so they kept things pretty bearable. I went through seven general managers while I was working there. One moved to another store, one was caught stealing from the safe, one got another store to manage, one was a piece of shit that lasted a whole fucking year. And during this point, we were being bought by a franchise, so that was pretty awful.
The store I worked out was pretty old and needed a lot of fixing up at the time of being bought out. The franchise people that bought it never really gave a shit about fixing anything. I mean, there would be half ass repairs and shit done, but none of it would really be reliable for long.
The biggest and worst mistake was handing that store over to franchise people. But I guess in the long run it was better for the corporate people because they didn't have to worry about that moldy old store anymore.
For a while, the franchise folks were not that bad. They were in and out and didn't really seem to care much about the people working in the kitchen.
In the summers, it got really really hot in the kitchen. Last year I remember it feeling like it was getting worse and worse. This summer was awful, and it looked like the ceiling was about to give out over where we would cook. Several of us mentioned this to the district manager, who was a huge utter piece of garbage, and he would always shrug it off and tell us not to worry about it. Oh, and that it wasn't 'that hot' and we were over reacting. It didn't really help that the air conditioning did not work in the kitchen, and they did not seem to care about ever getting it fixed. I can only imagine that the wiring and shit would require a lot more work than those assholes ever thought that place was worth. And there's no telling what they would find up there in the ceiling, I can only say that it did not look good.
Lemme go back to the district manager tho. I'll call him Mr.Krabs, and not just because he was very obviously a penny pincher. But he was also a fucking nut scratcher. He would walk around and scratch his nuts, and then fucking extend his hand toward you and expect you to shake it if you were new. He would jump on people over the simplest little things, and he would raise hell about it and not act professional at all. I wish I could make this shit up, but I remember him yelling at a pregnant woman who could not lift something, because she was fucking pregnant, and making her cry. He made so many people quit that store. There were other claims of him doing stuff that I never saw, but I could believe. And he never got any shit for the garbage he did, no matter how many times we called. It didn't help that the HR there turned out to be the franchise owner, and talking to him was like talking to a brick wall.
Anyway, Mr.Krabs claimed that he really liked me. He liked me even though I had "the worst attitude" out of "anyone in the store" and that I could "Do so much better if I didn't work two jobs". He liked me enough to offer me a whole dollar raise back in October. At this point, I had been working at this store for three - going on four - years and I was only making 9.00 an hour. I could cook, I could go up front and take orders, I could take money, I could hand orders out without fucking handing the wrong shit out to people. I could go over to drive through and talk to assholes on the headset. I could go and fucking throw the food out the window at them too. All for 9.00 an hour.
Anyway, I gave mr.krabs some bullshit about having another job lined up that was going to give me 10.00 an hour. He told me he could match that because I was, at the time, 'too valuable to lose'.
So I decide to stay. Because I was an idiot. Because I was not done letting these assholes walk on me, and use me.
So, months came and went, and Mr.Krabs would tell me that 'oh yeah I put in for your raise, so and so just has to approve it'.
This went on until about June. And I let it go on.
I don't know why I thought that I could call someone. Maybe get some compensation for working all those months without the raise that I was supposed to have.
It took two more gm's, and another gm from another fucking store to come in and finally push harder for the raise. I could never get ahold of the franchise owner to speak to him about it, and I know that I should have quit.
So we lost another general manager, and the most recent one decided that I had to be evaluated before she would speak to the franchise owner about my raise. When she showed me the evaluation, I had gotten mostly ones and twos on my form. Which was very surprising to me, considering how much they seemed to have depended on me working there for them up until that point!
She told me that she lied to the franchise owner about a few things so that he would still give me the raise. She made it sound like she was doing me some huge amazing favor. She had the nerve to tell me flat out that I 'didn't do anything' when I was there.
Mr.Krabs told me that I would have to 'start doing more' if I ever wanted to get another raise.
I have opened for these people, I have closed for these people. I have prepped produce and meat for them. I have gone above and beyond my own job, and fixed shit the lazy ass night crew left behind for the morning/daytime people.
The only thing that I could have possibly done to 'do more' for them was to quit my second job, which I still have.
They seemed to think that I worked two jobs for shits and giggles.
Another thing about the second job is that I work late on the weekends. The second job does not close until 11 on the weekends, and they close at 10 on weeknights. I had been coming in at 8 - 8:30 for the past four years, except for when specific arrangements were made to have me come in earlier or to close. Now, when I came in later or earlier, the manager was always decent enough to speak to me about it before hand.
So, I finally did get my raise. And I was told that it could 'be taken away from me' almost immediately after I had gotten it.
One week I was scheduled to start coming in at 3:30 in the morning out of the blue. With my working late I think it's pretty obvious that I am not going to do that shit. Especially because it was going to be for something I did not know how to do, and I was going to be going into it blind and with no training or anyone to help me. And then I would have been bitched at about it whenever the GM did arrive, hours and hours later.
So, needless to say, that shit did not fly.
And then suddenly I started being scheduled every day 6 am to 2 pm. When I asked why all of the sudden my availability was being ignored, I was told that was when I was needed and if I didn't like it I didn't have to work there. This was right after I started to get my raise.
I hung on for a little longer. I was looking for other jobs to work in the morning time. I have something lined up now, that will actually listen to my availability and work with me if I'm willing to work with them. I get that availability should be flexible, but my huge issue was that I was not respected enough to even be asked if I could come in earlier. I would have been so much more willing to work with them if they had been decent enough to speak with me about the schedule, instead of just, you know, deciding that was ok. And telling me that 'we all have to do stuff we don't want to do' 'we all have our issues' 'we all have other stuff we want to be doing.' Like at this point in my life I wasn't 26 and I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. They spoke to me like I was a child.
Now one day I was late for a 6am shift. I was told to turn around and go back home for being five minutes late. Ironically enough, this new GM is hours and hours late. One day last week, when I showed up for my shift at 6AM we were not even open. We were supposed to open three hours before hand. Because she was not there. But that's ok, because she's the GM, right?
I did manage to turn a two-week notice in, and I did work through that. I don't know how I fucking managed, but I did. I start my new job on Monday. I've spent two hours writing this I think. I think I'm done.