Queen Anne in Retail

So, last week, we had a visit from our Territory VP and Regional Manager. The High Up bitches. We're doing great, according to them. Except we have to flip our walls. What was on left wall should be on right, vice versa, move fixtures to correspond with matching merch, etc. Our District Manager is a Hell Midget (she's shorter than my 5 ft 2ness) who apparently does the coke. She told my manager to hire 5 new people, take the time to train them, use them for the move, the holidays and then let them go.

My manager was like, "you're stupid, i'm not doing that". She decided to work open to close for this entire week if it meant getting the move done. Cuz according to the Territory VP, it had to be done BEFORE Thanksgiving. But our manager is sick, too.

So I had to cover a shift for her, about 2 hours on Sunday. There goes 1 full day off. Meh. I'm cool. I've got Monday and Thursday, no biggie.
Monday, our DM shows up and demands (yes, demands) that my boss call EVERYONE in to help with the move. My presence is required at 7:30 pm. There goes my full Monday. We start the move, flip some of the merch, get out at midnight. Daisy gives me a hug and cuddles in with me to bed, and doesn't leave my side the entire night or even move - strange, since she's usually moving around and climbing all over me in weird positions.

I have to be there Tuesday at 8:30 in the morning. Sigh. We get a lot done, but not as much as we *could* have, because the Hell Midget made us change shit 7 times before "we" got it right. I didn't get to leave until 7:45, and that was only because i opened in the morning.

Wednesday, I'm texted that I have a list of shit to do. I figure I'll go in early to get it done. 9:00 am I'm there. The days are running together. I can't tell which day I've done what. My eyes are going buggy. The DM is coming *back* to take pictures of the store, so I better get everything done so it'll be "perfect". I leave at 4:30, then go to a sandwich shop and place an order for everyone for Black Friday. Cuz like HELL we're eating in the cafe court. It'd take us an hour to order.

Ah, Thursday. My day off. I wake up, let Daisy out, and come back to bed...to get a text. It's our pregnant girl. She's too sick to come to work. I sigh. "Ask Robin?" I'm desperate. I do NOT want to work. Robin already works today, I find. Shit. Fine, I'll go. 9:30-12. There goes my last chance for a full day off this week. My boss gets there at 12, and apparently didn't know about Megan not being there. She gives me a wierd look and was like, "she texted me 7 million times this morning trying to get me to come in to cover her shift. She couldn't have been that sick. Her parents are coming to town today, I know that."

Ya'll know how I feel about being lied to. Megan's in deep shit. I've made a decision. I'm not going to cover anyone's shift for the rest of the year, unless my boss personally asks me. This is bullshit, and I'm tired of it, and it's not even Thanksgiving yet. My compensation for my efforts though, is that I don't have to give up my overtime this week. I may not have had a day off, but I'm GOING to get paid. That said, I'm trying to give away a shift on Sunday. I need a day off, and soon.

I've had some rest today, but I might go to bed again to try to get a nap in. My head hurts less, and my eyes don't feel like popping out of their sockets anymore. But I'm so exhausted.

I'm in bed when I get a call from Asia, one of the girls down at Icing. She's stuck in Jeff City with not one but 2 flat tires. The assistant manager has "a meeting" to go to, and can't wait. I get there, and Amanda's fawning over me, 'oh thank you, I appreciate you!"

Me: I'm doing this as a favor to Latasha, and Asia. *takes her name badge* Your place during Christmas is here, not your boyfriend's business, or wherever you said you were going to. If you want to BE an assistant, you should ACT like one."

Amanda: *fish face*

I'm locked out of the system because my password as visiting assistant is expired. While I'm on the phone with the techs to fix that, she' staring at me. Not helping customers. Not cleaning up her project. Not recovering the store. I'm still on the phone when I say "if you're clocked out, you can go."

When poor Asia gets there, I find out Amanda demanded she call her as soon as she got to the store. I stayed so she wouldn't have to make that call alone. We also called Latasha, the store manager, to let her know what the fuck was up.