This past week I have been really sick. Normally not something I would pout or wine about, however, this time it really made me see how badly I need to get out of the retail industry.
I woke up the morning of the 22 feeling like death. I mean that I could barely move. I was freezing and sweating all night long to the point where I had to take a hot bath at midnight. I knew I didn't work until 11 and that nobody would be in the store until 9:15 at the earliest so I went back to sleep for a bit.
I woke up at 8:55 so that I could brush myself off a bit before I called in. So I called in. My manager proceeded to scoff at me and treat me like a 16 year old who just wanted the day off. The attitude in her voice drove me nuts! She needed me to come in so that she could do her taxes. Are you kidding me? I asked if I could have a shorter shift and reluctantly she conceded.
I called up a good friend who has been there a lot for me lately and she packed up her baby and took me to the doctor. My doctor was offended by the way my boss had treated me being so sick and made sure to give me a note stating that I needed the next few days to get better. He also sent me for blood work. The line in the clinic was long so I called my boss to let her know that I had a note and would be late but that my doctor also wanted me to be off for the next few days. Again I got the same attitude problem. She could shorten my shifts but that was all. They needed to make sure the store was covered. All of this is stuff that I understand but it was the tone and attitude in her voice that drove me crazy. I am not a 16 year old brat who can afford to take a few days off my shit paying job. I am a 23 year old woman, living in my sisters basement so that I can pay off my loans and figure out my future. I can't afford to miss a half day of work. I don't want to rely on my family for everything, forever. So for me to have to take 3 days off because I am so sick is huge.
The whole way to the mall my friend kept telling me I was an idiot if I went in. And I am. The moment I walked in the girl who was there looked at me and said go home! Apparently I looked pretty green. She ate her lunch on the floor that night so that I could go home and try to sleep. I am so happy that she was there and not my boss. I took the number for HR and called them on the way home. I explained the day and the situation and they told me to stay off until the dr said I was ok to go back and that I can call them for anything. I am glad to know that the company I work for is so compassionate when my boss obviously isn't. They even called me the day before I was supposed to go back to make sure that I was feeling better.
The point of the story. The moment I get back from m friends destination wedding in may I hope to be starting a more grown up job. Something that pays better, guarantees me a good amount of hours, somewhere where I am treated and trusted like an adult. There is something about people in management positions at the mall. They get this sence of entitlement to treat people like crap, and usually they get away with it because their staff is too young to fight back. Well I am done! If I need to call HR again I will but I refuse to be afraid of losing my job because I am truly sick. I know not everyone in retail is like that but lately that has been when I have seen.
So there is my rant for today. I will grow up if it the last thing I do. And I will get out of this stupid cycle of retail hell.
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