Official Rant Thread (ACW: Volatile Language)

Went to my ten year...some bitch I didn't like then, don't like now..a prima donna cheerleader...came up to me with her arm linked with her best cheerleader friend from back then and hugged me*Eww*..then opened her stupid mouth and said..Gosh I didn't think you where gonna come to the reunion! I'm so glad you came! ...then gave me one of those fake hug and cheek kiss, pat pat on the back things..*Wanted to hurl!!*..So I opened my mouth and said..Gosh, I always thought you two where in the closet back in high school...I'm so glad you two finally got comfortable enough to come out!...I watched both their faces fall, the one girl sputtered abit, the other just looked confused and then I linked arms with my guy and walked away with a hidden grin.
I did not go to my 20 year...300 bucks a person! I've got better things to do with my money, like throw it down a well..
And yes, people...I said 20 ,ya all are wee ones..even T!!
Class of 88'
 
God, where do I start? Let's see. Ummm....let's start with the simple. My job. I love my job. I love meeting new people and having the time to laugh and talk with most of them and since I live in a VERY small town, the majority of my customers are regulars who come in 10 times a day or just sit around the store all day drinking coffee. I love my customers and I love my job. But, this job is killing me.

First, the manager refuses to hire new help even though the three of us who actually run the register are working 6 days a week on schedule and then are on call 24/7. Our days off usually consist of 45 minutes to an hour of work. Because if just one person is late, with only three of us working and one of us jumping back and forth between the kitchen, if just one person calls in sick or late then we have to work those extra hours. I'm barely able to spend any time with my girls. Today, a Saturday, I'm off. Supposedly. If the manager decides he really does want to get rid of one of the other girls who is working there now, then I'm screwed and going to work on a Saturday when I made plans. My plans don't matter in the grand scheme. This place is a house of cards and just breathing on it too hard is going to send it crumbling.

Then I got into it with one of the customers the other night. I kind of fear my job security over that incident, but at the same time, I will NOT allow ANYONE to treat me like a dog. They don't pay me enough to roll over and play dead. This guy, Terrell, came in to the store the other night and wanted some chicken. No big, right? Except that when I first started working at this place, I asked one of the kitchen girls what they did with the leftover chicken at night. She told me they threw it away when they took it out of the hot box and so I assumed that Thursday night Ivy, the guy who works with me, had thrown it out.

Terrell asks for a two piece dark and then realizes the chicken isn't in the hot box and asks where it's at. I told him that Ivy had probably already thrown it out cause he took it to the back. Terrell automatically starts cussing and runs to the back telling Ivy he wants a two piece dark. He comes back up and says Ivy's getting it and I apologize for my mistake and continue to ring him up. THEN he tells me that it should be half price because I told him Ivy threw it out. I tell him no, it's still full price, because it's not like Ivy is digging his chicken out of the trash, he's just putting it into a container and bringing it up. Then, Terrell starts yelling and cussing me and when he realizes my manager is standing behind him, tells the manager, "Hey, it's half price right?" The manager tells him no and I ring him up full price. He's shut his mouth. He had about 35 cents change and I handed to him and he tells me, "Don't fucking throw my money at me."

I cocked an eyebrow at him (think yahoo, yeah...I can do that IRL) and he goes to walk off. I let his comments go until he called me a crazy bitch. Then I exploded and told him that this is the SECOND time he's pulled his shit and I don't have to put up with it. Then he starts ranting about "Who are you? No one." To which I responded, "Yeah, I'm me. Who the fuck are you? Shit to me." Then he came back with, "I make more in half a day than you make in a whole week." My response? "If you make more than I do in half a day than an entire week, why the fuck are you in here every damn night begging for free food you fucking bum?" To which he mumbles something under his breath because we're surrounded by customers and I just called his bluff and I tell him, "You don't like it? Don't fucking come back in here when I'm on shift. If you see me through the doors, turn around and walk away," and he walks out, still trying to front but just looking like a fool. The manager told me if he comes in acting like that again when I'm on shift to call the cops. I guess his buddy was in the store cause a few minutes later Terrell comes back in and tries to smooth things over with the manager and asks PW (the manager) if he really told me to call the cops. PW says, "Yep. Every time I get a new cashier in here you come in fucking with them and I'm sick of it. Kim isn't just another crackhead whore who's going to put up with it and if you know what's good for you you'll take this little experience and learn from it."

So, I knew things were cool with the manager, but the owner is a hard ass who thinks the customers are more valuable than actually having workers in the store, so I figured when he got wind of it, that would be it and I'd be out the door. Surprise, surprise, yesterday the owner was in the store and he didn't say one thing or another about it. So, I guess for the most part my job is safe. Dunno though. Things are always full of drama around there. But, I can deal as long as they don't try to put a leash on me when dumbasses come through.

But that's just the simple stuff that's a whole lot of whatever. It's stressful, but not major in my life on a scale of 1 to 10. The hard stuff is that my mom is being tested for cancer on the 28th. She's already been through alot of different tests, but now they are thinking there must be something they missed because she's losing weight like crazy, always in pain and her CFC's or whatever they're called are off the charts so they want to retest her. God, I just can't handle that. I don't know what I'll do if my mom does have cancer. She's been a surrogate father for the girls. Not so much a "male role model" as stepping up and taking the place of Marco and doing the things he was supposed to do and if she's got cancer then our fragile little world is going to blow into a million pieces and I don't know how we'll ever put it back together again. I depend on my mom alot and have been depending on her alot since I left Marco. She's the one who is changing one diaper while I'm changing the other. She's the one who watches the girls while I go to work because who knows when child support will get here and if it will actually be enough to get diapers? She's the one who runs the errands that I don't have time for and she's the one who took the girls to the doctor last week when I had to work because they were so damn sick that they both got antibiotics.

I know this is long and I'm sorry but it's driving me nuts. More than just my emotions are in jeopardy. I also have to consider finances. I have a little nest egg left over from my tax return, but, if all Hell breaks loose and it turns out my mom does have cancer, that little nest egg isn't going to amount to anything because she has no medical insurance. My dad is working, of course, but my mom isn't going to be able to take care of the girls while I go to work so I'm going to have to quit my job to take care of both her and the girls. Even if I put the girls into daycare, my mom is going to need 24/7 care and treatment and that's going to be my responsibility. I'm not bitching about having to take care of her either. It's just that I'm looking at what's about to drop on my head and I already know that I'm going to sit here and overanalyze the situation until I know more. That's part of who I am. I'm a worrier. I worry about everyone and everything that I care about and stress like there's no tomorrow until I can either talk about it or the situation is over. It's not that I crack under pressure, I just see all the "it mights" and "what ifs" and wonder.

God, I'm rambling like crazy. I'm off. I don't even want to think about this right now. Later.
 
Hang in there Kim. I know you have a full plate of stuff to worry about, but hang in there. If you stress yourself out too much, you might end up making yourself sick in the process. I've seen it happen with my wife. Take it one step at a time and just remember that there is always something better that is waiting to come, even when the shit is flying out of the woodworks. {lets her rub his head again}
 
Kim...rub T's head for luck...it works!
And I feel your pain...I get drunk people pulling that kinda crap every night I work!
 
I want to kill her...She has been home for 2 days and she was nice for all of about 4 hours on the day she can home...Then **POOF** Instant Bitch Mode kicked back in!
She is threatening in not so out right words to take off again every time she doesn't get her way...Knowing if she leaves again she goes to a detention home for girls for at least a month and up to 6 months...At some moments it almost sounds good to me!!
I keep repeating the serenity pray'r...Godd grant me...ARG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Kim.....Take a deep breath steal some of my coffee, and Tell the jackass to dig chicken scraps out of the trash if you see him again.

Madi....I know the youngings trying your patience but I must ask have you ever not been there to save her from her stupid choices ? It seems to me that she seems to think acting outs going to get her everything she wants out of life.

I suppose I should rant now.

I hate birds chirping at 5:30 in the morning so loudly I can't think.
 
Madi, it seems like she's testing you like crazy now. She knows how much it upset you when she took off last time and she's making threats now because she knows it will stress you out. It's probably going to have to come down to tough love. You're probably going to have to bluff as much as she does and tell her that if she takes off again, you won't look for her or stress about it and if she can't grow up and act her age, then she can leave with your blessing. I know it seems harsh, but I witnessed something similar. My lil bro kept threatening to take off to the wild blue and my mom kept catering to him because she didn't want him to take off. He always got his way and then one day, he straight called my mom a bitch and a bad mother right to her face. My mom finally said enough was enough and if he thought the great big world was so easy, then he could leave. She literally packed his stuff and kicked him out the door. He went to stay with my cousins for a few weeks and they were on his ass to get a job and help pay rent and bills and he came running home real quick. I hate to say it, but once they hit about 12 most kids turn into the biggest morons you'll ever meet and stay that way until about 21. Some are like that until they have kids and some just never grow up.

Mith, since that one night when I told him off, that guy hasn't come back to the store when I'm on shift. He's taken my advice and doesn't come in at all when he sees me through the glass doors.
 
Okay, so, on to the rant. I'm starting to despise alot of things that have to do with my job. It's not that I so much mind the work. I like ringing up customers and making the coffee isn't that bad. Even dusting the shelves and running around like a chicken with my head cut off to serve customers orders isn't so bad. But there are other things that are starting to drive me crazy.

First of all, when I'm working a 9 hour shift, I don't think anyone has the right to bitch about me sitting down for a few minutes when my left knee is acting up and feels like someone is jabbing needles all through it. We don't get lunches or 15 minute breaks. If we are there for 9 hours, we are supposed to stand up for the entire 9 hours. No sitting whatsoever or else the owner has a shit fit. I worked 9 hours last night and am working another 7 today. That is 16 hours on my feet with a 6 hour break in between. With my bad knee, that means I'm in Hell.

Then, there is the fact of stocking the coolers. I understand that if the coolers are not stocked, we can't sell what's not there. I get it. But I think it's bullshit that it's required for every cashier shift to run around, trying to stock soda coolers (of which there are probably 10 or 12 big ones and two or three little ones) when Tish, one of the other cashiers, gets PAID to do it and none of the rest of us get any sort of compensation for our hard work. In fact, I think it's stupid that the owner is willing to yell at us when we can't get it done because we're pulling in 3 or 4k a shift and it's not in our JOB DESCRIPTION that it's required. In fact, they have hired and fired two different stock boys since I've been there. If they want me to be a cashier and PAY me to be a cashier, I shouldn't be required to do the STOCKER'S job without any sort of compensation.

I'm seriously considering telling Ricky to stick this job up his ass and going to find another one. In fact, I have one waiting for me where all I have to do is sit on my ass in the store and read until a customer comes in. I love my customers. I love my manager. But every morning I wake up dreading to have to go to work because I don't want to deal with that asshole who owns the store. He has no people skills whatsoever and if he talks down to me like I'm a moron just one more time it's going to get ugly. Tish has been at this job for 10 years now. Her advice for dealing with Ricky: "Tell him to kiss your ass and he'll leave you alone." I'm not quite willing to do that. I try to be respectful to everyone. I've been there long enough to know which customers I can joke with in whatever way. I know that if Mr. Alfred comes in, I can laugh and talk shit to him and he won't get offended cause he knows I'm playing. I also know there are a few other customers who get offended by the joking and laughing and I have to be more stiff and professional with them. But, my belief is that your boss is your boss and is supposed to be given the respect of that position. But when the asshole disrespects ME, as a person and a worker, then I'm going to go off on his ass.

I see unemployment in my future and I don't really give a damn. But I will NOT eat shit for anyone. Especially someone I can't stand.
 
Kim, your boss can not deny you your break. Federal Law requires all employers to give their employees a minimum of a half-hour break for every eight hour shift. Point it out to him, and even point out the labor law sheet that he should have posted there, as stated and required by law. He also is required to let you sit down for short periods cause of your knee, I know for I have two shattered knee-caps. He can't make you do a job that is not a requirement of your job position, and especially if you're not getting paid for it. If he can't follow the law, you can just report him and let him know that.
 
T Virus Licker said:
... your boss can not deny you your break.
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I don't see any Federal Law that requires this, and I see this on a Louisiana Labor Law site:
Louisiana Labor Laws
Neither state nor federal law requires that employees 18 years or older be given any break (including lunch). The failure to give a break is, therefore, not a violation of law.
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Now, I don't know if there are any OSHA requirements for allowing some form of breaks for people with injuries or conditions if their work puts them in a position to make their injuries or conditions worse. I believe there is, but I don't know where to look.


T Virus Licker said:
He can't make you do a job that is not a requirement of your job position, and especially if you're not getting paid for it.
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Now this, I agree with, because up until recently, my job description (on paper) included at the very end a clause that, to put it bluntly, said "but we can also make you do whatever the hell we want you to". If there isn't a clause like that in your job description, assuming your employer has it available for you to see (and even if they don't, because it's bullshit anyways), you have a valid complaint.
 
I checked the web for Federal Labor Laws, and you are correct as I found that I am wrong about that. The Federal Government does not state that an employer has to give a break, which totally sucks. But it does state by OSHA standards and regulations that if you are working past your scheduled shift, you are required to be given a break even though it is not required by Federal Law.

OSHA does have requirements for breaks or rest periods for those with injuries/physical conditions cause having an employee continuing to work while an injury is worsening, it causes an unsafe condition for the employee and those around them. It's a lawsuit waiting to happen as well regarding Workman's comp. If anyone is able to find the OSHA regulations regarding this, please post it so we know for sure. Thanks.
 
I'm just now able to post again cause for some reason .Org was determined to keep me logged out. I'd log in and it would log me right back out five seconds later. Anywho, today is my first day off in a while. I just worked a long stretch of 10 days straight with no time off. I was supposed to work today, but, one of the other girls ended up quitting last night, so, today I am off and tomorrow I'm having to pull a double shift because we've got no one to cover it. Bleah. I swear, if it weren't for the fact that Marco just lost his job and I'm now the sole support for my girls, I'd straight walk away and never look back. Damn me for being a responsible parent. It seems like when you do something right, somehow it always turns around and manages to bite you in the ass.
 
I hate two faced fucking neighbors!! The kind who act like they are your friend and then they talk shit about you behind your back, or better yet sit there while someone yells at you because of something they repeated when they where suppose to keep their fucking mouths shut!
 
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