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Nov. 27th, 2011 10:58 amI have never felt this used or been this angry with an employer, and I have had my gamut of retail. I'm tentatively scheduled for 4 hours next Wednesday, but I'm not sure I want to wait that long to quit. What is the appropriate way to just quit, anyway? In the past, I've always had a good reason like moving or another job, so I gave 2 weeks. But this is ridiculous and I don't want to work another day there.
I'm just... livid. See, I told Lady I couldn't go with her to San Diego to visit her family for Thanksgiving because I'd just gotten this new job and they had pretty much asked for an open schedule as part of their deal in hiring me. I didn't want to lose the job I'd just got, so I had to stay. But this was, of course, with the assumption there would be a fucking reason for me to stay.
Thankfully Lady ended up staying for Thanksgiving itself and then going out to SD on Friday, so I wasn't alone for the holiday. If that hadn't happened and I was sitting here now, I would likely have entrail chunks under my fingernails. As it is, I'm rage-typing on LJ instead. And crying. Because I am so fucking pissed.
So I was on call for Friday and they were like, "nope, don't need you." And I was on call for yesterday and they were like, "we'll let you know one way or another" followed by resounding silence. And I was schedule from 9am to noon today and went in and there were already five other people there for a studio that can barely contain three and after an hour they were like, "guess we don't need you."
Without the power of math, we can all figure out that I worked one whole hour this weekend. One. One fucking hour. In exchange for me not going with my fiancee to San Diego to have Thanksgiving with her family and see everyone and help out after her grandfather just died, I got one fucking hour of work.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so naive. Maybe I should have asked for it off. Maybe I should have given them the bird and told them to suck my nonexistent dick. Maybe I shouldn't have assumed that the weekend following Thanksgiving would be busy. Maybe I shouldn't have equated my previous retail work and expectations with this one.
Fuck them. I quit. That is BS. I do not deserve to sit here alone for three days in exchange for $7.
Now, should I go in, do my hours on Wednesday and quit or should I call in tomorrow and quit over the phone? I really don't know the etiquette of how to do a rage quit.
I'm just... livid. See, I told Lady I couldn't go with her to San Diego to visit her family for Thanksgiving because I'd just gotten this new job and they had pretty much asked for an open schedule as part of their deal in hiring me. I didn't want to lose the job I'd just got, so I had to stay. But this was, of course, with the assumption there would be a fucking reason for me to stay.
Thankfully Lady ended up staying for Thanksgiving itself and then going out to SD on Friday, so I wasn't alone for the holiday. If that hadn't happened and I was sitting here now, I would likely have entrail chunks under my fingernails. As it is, I'm rage-typing on LJ instead. And crying. Because I am so fucking pissed.
So I was on call for Friday and they were like, "nope, don't need you." And I was on call for yesterday and they were like, "we'll let you know one way or another" followed by resounding silence. And I was schedule from 9am to noon today and went in and there were already five other people there for a studio that can barely contain three and after an hour they were like, "guess we don't need you."
Without the power of math, we can all figure out that I worked one whole hour this weekend. One. One fucking hour. In exchange for me not going with my fiancee to San Diego to have Thanksgiving with her family and see everyone and help out after her grandfather just died, I got one fucking hour of work.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so naive. Maybe I should have asked for it off. Maybe I should have given them the bird and told them to suck my nonexistent dick. Maybe I shouldn't have assumed that the weekend following Thanksgiving would be busy. Maybe I shouldn't have equated my previous retail work and expectations with this one.
Fuck them. I quit. That is BS. I do not deserve to sit here alone for three days in exchange for $7.
Now, should I go in, do my hours on Wednesday and quit or should I call in tomorrow and quit over the phone? I really don't know the etiquette of how to do a rage quit.
