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As the title states, I've been holding this in for a while now, this whole rant I'm about to get out of my system. So here goes...
Back in October, I started working in a Supermarket as a Cashier. It was my first job really, as I worked with my mom in her office off the books for 2 summers and I worked at a vet's office for two weeks(another rant), but basically this was my on the books job. I picked up on it all pretty quickly and my till was always even everyday. They need a new night book keeper for the office and just a few months later, in January, they gave me that position. This caused a lot of animosity toward me, which I of course expected, but if any of the girls weren't constantly off on their tills or conducted themselves properly, one of them could have been promoted easily. My perfect tills and mature conduct are what got me promoted, as well as having office experience and being a mathematics major in college.
Well, once I was promoted, the rumors started. I slept with someone. I only got the promotion because I'm light-skinned. I live in a yuppie neighborhood, but the grocery store's cashiers are mostly black and/or spanish. I am also spanish, but italian too, which gives me light skin which is apparently the only thing I have going for me according to them. Keep in mind, the other book keepers are black girls and spanish girls as well, with the exception of one white girl who works in the mornings. Then came the day, a cashier I will call B. She was raising the most hell that I got promoted, primarily because she wanted the job. She kept asking the general manager and he told her no. Well, she got questioned by the higher-ups because she shorted a woman 20 dollars, so they told her that if it were to happen again, she'd be fired as it already happened several times within the past month. Well, I'm counting her out for the day and she comes up $20 over. She raises hell and tells me to give her the money. I flat out refuse. She yells at me saying any other book keeper would do it for her and how she has a son to raise and I don't understand because I'm pampered and still live with my parents and I get my things paid for. Which isn't true, but of course since I'm one of the only girls there that wasn't a single mother by the time I was 19, I couldn't POSSIBLY understand now, could I?
Well, long story short(but not really, as it seems like I'm writing a novel here) she leaves in a huff, cursing me out because I didn't give her the money. She calls the store repeatedly to harass me, so I told a manager what happened when he saw the posting that she was $20 over and how she threatened me. Because we have a union job they have a tendency when they want to fire someone who is in the union already to transfer them to another store, give them minimum hours and give them "clean-up" duties. They did this to her and who did she blame? ME. She told all the cashiers how I went and said a whole bunch of things about her to the key food supervisor who comes in once a week to bust everyone's chops. We all HATE him, so me running to him and telling him things? I don't think so. She told her someone "informed" her. Of course they did, because everyone there talks about me all the time.
They make fun of the way I eat, because I don't eat much. They make fun of me because I don't know the latest slang and hot songs. If I doodle on a piece of paper, some of the girls say it looks like "devil stuff", simply because I have black hair and wear eyeliner. They also assume I'm some rocker chick because of it and try to use that to make fun of me. One of the girls even used my name on her myspace display name "A is on some S type S**T" and I asked her what that meant, as she asked to be on my friends list, yet only treats me nice sometimes. She said it's because I come to work and I don't give a damn about anyone. How I just do my job and don't socialize and ignore people. She said it wasn't a bad thing, but I don't know. The truth is that I am like that at work though. I barely talk to anyone, because they all act like children. I feel like I work in a high school with cliques.
The last part is about the men at the store. If I wanted to claim sexual harassment, I honestly could. They constantly hit on girls, including myself, and when I don't respond, I get called a b*tch. The other day, this guy from dairy, who everyone thinks is annoying anyway comes up and says: H-him M-Me
H: "Lemme get one of them club cards."
M: "I'm afraid not, as we can't shop here."
H: "Well, duh, I could at ANOTHER store."
M: "True, but they have a different card system, so you'd have to apply there."
then he comes back with the greatest thing known to man
H: "wow you have an attitude. i guess I should say "like, whatEVER"
and I got really mad and said "Very clever! Like I haven't heard that before. Yeah, I look like a white girl so you come out with the valley girl 'whatEVER' and think I'm going to get insulted, when it just makes you look foolish" He called me a "white b*tch" and left. I just laughed because it's pathetic. He stares at me all the time and last time he did, when I was talking to one of the stock guys who happens to be my best friend, we both saw it and I loudly stated that i can't stand when people stare at me for no reason. I don't like the guy in dairy at all. In fact, he just returned to the job after being gone for 3 days because his sister called and told the manager he was in JAIL and couldn't come to work.
I love my job in the office, because I mainly don't have to deal with people and I get to just sit and relax when I don't have to count someone out for the night, or do money drops, or send money in the tube. I get to use that down time to do reading or homework for school, because I'm in school 20 hours a week and working 30 hours a week. The only thing I despise is that on Sundays, I have to work the front with another girl and that's when most of the stuff takes place. Some does in the office too, but not as much, since everyone is usually on the floor. I want to find another job, but this job is so flexible. I know I'm going to explode one day...
Back in October, I started working in a Supermarket as a Cashier. It was my first job really, as I worked with my mom in her office off the books for 2 summers and I worked at a vet's office for two weeks(another rant), but basically this was my on the books job. I picked up on it all pretty quickly and my till was always even everyday. They need a new night book keeper for the office and just a few months later, in January, they gave me that position. This caused a lot of animosity toward me, which I of course expected, but if any of the girls weren't constantly off on their tills or conducted themselves properly, one of them could have been promoted easily. My perfect tills and mature conduct are what got me promoted, as well as having office experience and being a mathematics major in college.
Well, once I was promoted, the rumors started. I slept with someone. I only got the promotion because I'm light-skinned. I live in a yuppie neighborhood, but the grocery store's cashiers are mostly black and/or spanish. I am also spanish, but italian too, which gives me light skin which is apparently the only thing I have going for me according to them. Keep in mind, the other book keepers are black girls and spanish girls as well, with the exception of one white girl who works in the mornings. Then came the day, a cashier I will call B. She was raising the most hell that I got promoted, primarily because she wanted the job. She kept asking the general manager and he told her no. Well, she got questioned by the higher-ups because she shorted a woman 20 dollars, so they told her that if it were to happen again, she'd be fired as it already happened several times within the past month. Well, I'm counting her out for the day and she comes up $20 over. She raises hell and tells me to give her the money. I flat out refuse. She yells at me saying any other book keeper would do it for her and how she has a son to raise and I don't understand because I'm pampered and still live with my parents and I get my things paid for. Which isn't true, but of course since I'm one of the only girls there that wasn't a single mother by the time I was 19, I couldn't POSSIBLY understand now, could I?
Well, long story short(but not really, as it seems like I'm writing a novel here) she leaves in a huff, cursing me out because I didn't give her the money. She calls the store repeatedly to harass me, so I told a manager what happened when he saw the posting that she was $20 over and how she threatened me. Because we have a union job they have a tendency when they want to fire someone who is in the union already to transfer them to another store, give them minimum hours and give them "clean-up" duties. They did this to her and who did she blame? ME. She told all the cashiers how I went and said a whole bunch of things about her to the key food supervisor who comes in once a week to bust everyone's chops. We all HATE him, so me running to him and telling him things? I don't think so. She told her someone "informed" her. Of course they did, because everyone there talks about me all the time.
They make fun of the way I eat, because I don't eat much. They make fun of me because I don't know the latest slang and hot songs. If I doodle on a piece of paper, some of the girls say it looks like "devil stuff", simply because I have black hair and wear eyeliner. They also assume I'm some rocker chick because of it and try to use that to make fun of me. One of the girls even used my name on her myspace display name "A is on some S type S**T" and I asked her what that meant, as she asked to be on my friends list, yet only treats me nice sometimes. She said it's because I come to work and I don't give a damn about anyone. How I just do my job and don't socialize and ignore people. She said it wasn't a bad thing, but I don't know. The truth is that I am like that at work though. I barely talk to anyone, because they all act like children. I feel like I work in a high school with cliques.
The last part is about the men at the store. If I wanted to claim sexual harassment, I honestly could. They constantly hit on girls, including myself, and when I don't respond, I get called a b*tch. The other day, this guy from dairy, who everyone thinks is annoying anyway comes up and says: H-him M-Me
H: "Lemme get one of them club cards."
M: "I'm afraid not, as we can't shop here."
H: "Well, duh, I could at ANOTHER store."
M: "True, but they have a different card system, so you'd have to apply there."
then he comes back with the greatest thing known to man
H: "wow you have an attitude. i guess I should say "like, whatEVER"
and I got really mad and said "Very clever! Like I haven't heard that before. Yeah, I look like a white girl so you come out with the valley girl 'whatEVER' and think I'm going to get insulted, when it just makes you look foolish" He called me a "white b*tch" and left. I just laughed because it's pathetic. He stares at me all the time and last time he did, when I was talking to one of the stock guys who happens to be my best friend, we both saw it and I loudly stated that i can't stand when people stare at me for no reason. I don't like the guy in dairy at all. In fact, he just returned to the job after being gone for 3 days because his sister called and told the manager he was in JAIL and couldn't come to work.
I love my job in the office, because I mainly don't have to deal with people and I get to just sit and relax when I don't have to count someone out for the night, or do money drops, or send money in the tube. I get to use that down time to do reading or homework for school, because I'm in school 20 hours a week and working 30 hours a week. The only thing I despise is that on Sundays, I have to work the front with another girl and that's when most of the stuff takes place. Some does in the office too, but not as much, since everyone is usually on the floor. I want to find another job, but this job is so flexible. I know I'm going to explode one day...
Good luck with them. Doesn't sound like there's anything you can do to stop them.
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