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Now I'm Free.

I knew something was awry at work today. I knew when I couldn't bring myself to say anything besides "what's up" to customers and then "true story" when they asked if that was really how much something costed. I just couldn't manage anything remotely civil. So when they said they wanted to see me upstairs, I didn't figure it was to give me a raise.

Upstairs, they lead me to a teeny tiny room with some woman I'd never seen before in my life, forced me to shake her hand, informed me the conversation was being recorded, and then locked the door.

"I'm going to ask you a loaded question." She then proceeded to ask me a loaded question (after giving me examples of a loaded question) for almost an hour about the 4 things employees do to contribute to store loss, and which area did I think I was responsible for contributing in.

When I asked her what she was accusing me of, she asked why I was so defensive.

"I'm not a moron."

"Who said you were a moron?"

"You are."

So I finally got her to admit that I was here because I'd let Ian's parents use his employee privilige card to save 30 cents on some toilet paper last Thursday, 8:03 PM. They had it on video. Ian had been fired. And I was being put on suspension by her, head of Prevention Loss for Longs Drugs.

Oh boy. The things that came out of my mouth. Five years of pent-up rage came flying from the depths of my hollowed out, retail-desecrated shell of a human soul.

She kept exclaiming that she'd never met someone with such an outrageous attitude, asked me repeatedly what had brought me to this frame of mind, couldn't believe I had such a disrespect for authority, and suggested she and I both have an escort out of the building because I was "so aggressive."

When she found out my purse was downstairs and not in my locker, she accused me of stealing.

I emptied the contents of my locker out, hurling three workshirts, a Friday T-shirt from 4 years ago, and two old vests in her direction.

I then. fucking. quit.


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Apr. 1st, 2005 06:59 am (UTC)
I hope you know that you are soley responsible for their future bankruptcy with that 30 cents, and if they didn't stop you now you'd be selling all of their (stolen) high end merchandise on the street corner on your days off!!
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:05 am (UTC)
i am, and it feels great!

actually, i told her she ought to be more worried about the minors who come in each night and stuff their backpacks full of liquor. she said i had no business speaking to her like that. i probably had no business throwing my wardrobe at her either. who cares.
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:09 am (UTC)
haha....I've actually thrown my uniform at my boss while quitting too! It just makes you feel better.
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:12 am (UTC)
Holy shit.

........ wow.

Colleen I've been kinda a little bit worried about you lately -_-
I mean, not that I think you made the wrong choice or anything.. but are you okay? =\
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:19 am (UTC)
shit is just changing. and that's good.
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:20 am (UTC)
Yes I do feel that this has the potential to be a catylist for a very positive change.. I would just be a lot more comfortable with it if you felt you had to make a change and gave your two weeks nottice. This seems much more like you're really upset to the point where you let your emotions get ahead of your logical thinking.
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:28 am (UTC)
so? when the hell do i ever do anything logical? don't rain on my parade. i quit my horrible fucking job. it's not bad.
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:30 am (UTC)
Well... okay. Fair enough.
As long as you're happy about it.
What now?
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:32 am (UTC)
i grow up.
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:34 am (UTC)
Do you know where you're gonna look first?
Growing up can't just happen over night =\
Apr. 4th, 2005 04:00 am (UTC)
Sometimes you're so serious, Ruxpin.
Apr. 4th, 2005 04:18 am (UTC)
Apr. 1st, 2005 07:55 am (UTC)
if she would have accused me of being aggressive, i would have (for humour) gone crazy, throwing stuff in the air, flay myself on something, speak in tounges, blah blah blah.
Apr. 1st, 2005 08:06 am (UTC)
well i would have maced her but my purse was downstairs. you know, where i'd been stuffing merch and cash in it.
Apr. 1st, 2005 09:10 am (UTC)
If only I'd been that inflamatory when I quit McDonald's. As it was, I was tired and ended up hiding out at home, waiting for an awkward phone call. Maybe I'll have a chance to redeem myself when I leave the Service Deli. Probably not tho, knowing me. :P

Anyway, congratulations, and I hope you find something (anything) soon!
Apr. 1st, 2005 09:13 am (UTC)
i suggest you catapult deli meat and jarlsburg cheese at whoever gives you shit.
Apr. 2nd, 2005 12:29 am (UTC)
Way to stick it to the man.
Apr. 2nd, 2005 09:38 am (UTC)
or woman.
Apr. 2nd, 2005 08:59 pm (UTC)
You're my hero Colleen. Do you think they'll let you have a copy of the tape so you can post it?
Apr. 2nd, 2005 10:07 pm (UTC)
haha. good idea. i should steal it.
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