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Ya that is true that they shouldn't expect everthing to be perfect and allow the occasional mistake. I'm sure the boss makes mistakes all the time. She just blames others.

Wow, she does sound bad. Worse then what you've said before.

Calibremon now feels that his sob-stories shall be shared for the world to read... or at least the DaD. (How much of the 'outside world' reads this carp anyway?)

First of all, I did not get a job until I was 17 years old. This was nearly a year ago. (January of 06) The place was called Ruckers, which is essentially the Canadian equivilant of Chuck E. Cheese's. (Which, from what I hear, is going bankrupt)

Anyways I was happy. "Yay!" I thought. "I will be making superhappybananaramafunbucks of my own!"

I was in for a big surprise.

The surprise's name was Chesa. Chesa was the store's Assistant Manager AND Shift Supervisor. The only reason Chesa had achieved this power was her mother owns the store. Chesa had dropped out of college and her mother felt bad, so she gave her a fancy, important job with twice the paycheck of any of us wage-slaves. (Chesa's favorite nickname for us, specifically me.)

Now, shifts work like this. There's one Supervisor (lucky me, I got Chesa) and two others. (We didn't even get a title. What a crock.) My fellow peon was Leigha, Chesa's sister.

I did not envy Leigha in the least. Being 'blood' made her the target of Chesa's wrath up until she quit two weeks after I got there. I thought "Uh oh... what have I got myself into now?" Chesa is a slave-driver, literally. She threatens me with shift and wage cuts, writing me up (Chesa has unrestricted access to the Incident Log) and, on her really bad, PMS-ey days, bodily harm. So I'm doing the jobs of both two employees (Leigha's previous job) and the work of a Supervisor too. And why is that, praytell?
Here's a synopsis of Chesa's work ethic.

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Did you miss it? Lemme spell it out again.

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Nope, that's really all there is to it. She does nothing EXCEPT when the boss (her mummy) is in the store. Then she's off like "Super-Employee" and doing five million things at once.

Why?

Chesa: "Because (Cal) doesn't do shit-all!" O_o; Excuse me!? I do YOUR job AND Leigha's job even when you're standing around, having your lunch or god-knows-what; and you have the cajones to say that I DON'T DO SHIT ALL!?!?

Well, I put up with that for a few weeks before demanding that I be moved to closing shift with Mike. (He's one of the other Supervisors, and a wicked-awesome guy.)

That lasted about 2.5 weeks. Chesa conspired to have him fired. Mike was apparantly 'skimming off the register' as she put it. Mike was sacked immediately. Why? Because dear ol' mum would never accuse her daughter of lying and conspiracy.

So after about a month, I'm back in with Chesa, and I blow a fuse. I take my complaints straight to the boss, her mother.

I thought "Hey! She's the supreme authority over Chesa on two counts! This has got to work, right?"

WRONG

Here's what our 'compassionate' and 'understanding' boss said:

Penny: Yes, (Cal) what is it?
(Cal): It's about Chesa.
Penny: Oh? *feigning indifference, as to show no loyalty to any of her employees. BS*
(Cal): *finally letting it all come out* She's a fucking bitch! She doesn't do any work as far as you know, and when you DO see her work, its because you're there to watch her, and she has me doing everything when you're not around! It's complete horse-shit, and I'm fed up with it. To put it to you real-simple-like, She smartens up, or I pack up.
Penny: *She's got this real weird look on her face like her mouth's gonna implode or something. She's also a really pale, parchement-kinda color* I see... Well, (Cal) you have to see it like this. Chesa has issues. Control issues. (Fucking DUH! I thought) She doesn't realise that what she does is upsetting you, or even wrong. What am I supposed to do?
(Cal): So you're going to do nothing. You're just going to cover for her, just because she's your daughter, is that it? Equal Opportunity my white, pimply ass! Consider that my two weeks.

After that, things went to hell. Chesa took every opportunity to tear me a new one; even arranging convenient 'accidents' for me to fall victim to. (My poor hands and arms still bear the scars and burns)

But the worst part was this: I lived in a small town, so there weren't that many jobs that hired high-school students, and Chesa had been to them all. She said that if I quit, I would NEVER get a job in this town. Literally. She had a neat little stack of sexual harassment forms all filled out and just waiting to go in the incident log.

Fuck; She's got me by my marbles, and twisting ever-so-slowly.

But then my salvation came. My father offered to let me move in with him (he lives in Ontario, where I am now) and I thought salvation was at hand.

It was, in a sense. After giving my two weeks, I clocked out on the final day, and when I did, I left a neat little type-written note on the store computer, forwarded to every employee's account, detailing just what kind of person Chesa is.

I never got to see what happened, but from what I hear, Mike got his job back. Justice is sweet.

But now, here I am in Ontario, 48 resumes, 5 interviews, and 2 second interviews later, and not one step closer to a job.

Apparantly 'Out of school' translates into 'dropout retard' here, or something. I don't dare give them my last job as a reference, so I guess in way, Chesa's still won... for now.

Chesa needs to pull that raging tazmanian devil out of her ass.
If you haven't lost, then she hasn't won.

Let me say that your experience might have been close to mine, I know what hell you went through and glad you are out of it. Good luck with finding a better job in the future.. ^_^

Well I finally can change my tone on this subject. Well originally I just want to say that going out for certain people that get jobs handed down to them without working for it, I seriously hope that you have to work for that job everyday because behind you are 100 people gunning for the same position as you are. I have been searching for over a year and a couple of months of running in and out of buildings with "Help Wanted" signs to go to a park bench and whip out my resume and fill out my applications as quickly as I can possibly can, and go onto the next block. People said I was "Lazy and Useless." If I was both of what they thought of me, how would I have had the strength to continue everyday and do my fucking best to try and get denied, to only dust my ass off to go try again?

When most people quited, I want on and the worse thing is my parents, brothers, and even his friends never believed me that I did this. I just wanted to prove them wrong and when I did go out all they would ask me is "How did it go?" "Did you get a call yet" "Did you get a call yet?" "Did you even apply?" This is what kills it, they believed that I left for home, but don't believe that I actually went to look into jobs. It was killing me to the point where I wanted to drag all there asses with me to go to NYC and apply the way I did, and if they didn't like it to bad. Instead I had to take in hours, days, weeks, months of the same bull shit. Why must they believe because my family thinks its so easy to get a job and because they did, that it should follow suit? My own Godmother made me feel like crap, and my aunts and uncle basically said I was useless to my face, I could have said something but I bit my own tongue until it had bled my own blood.

I have had tears stream down my face, when I find out that every single instance they had to get in contact with an employer but found out they weren't interested it almost killed my spirit. I didn't stop...heh I am getting slightly choked up right now.

Enough of that, and Well now I have a job working at Target, I'm still in training but its better then nothing. All those that have helped in some way shape or form you have no idea how much thanks I owe you. I don't get many hours yet because I am in training but they have told me that I am one of the best they ever had. I worked the cashier which someone isn't supposed to do first day on the floor but because of my comprehension of most of what is in my area, I am able to help with more efficiency and I have worked in what is there best interest. I am surprised that I had found several others, who are cool enough to even call a friend, and those are an overall specialty member, and the other is my trainer. Me and him get along very well.

I get paid $7.50/hr I'm supposed to get 30-40 hours a week but I am in training which means I have hours which aren't to that. This environment is better then most of my previous job. Just thought everyone should know about things.

My parents and family are treating me alot different, and I have told them, "Wait wasn't I useless just a minute ago?" To there dismay they knew what they have done, and weren't pleased with my answer.

Anyways, I hope things go better for me and I hope it gets better for everyone else as well. ^^

Lonely Gabu

Uh, I could have sworn that I posted...

Anyway, congrats LG. Glad to hear the good news. (I was much more excited for you in my original post... I wonder where it went...)

Why thank you ;3 ....Only person to say something so far.... >>;;;

Thank you much ^-^

I said something on the 22nd too. It just didn't show up.

Quite odd but something to add, yesterday was my worst day so far, and I rather not have that kind of day again ><.