I am about to quit my job, in like ten hours. I think I'm going to work out my shift today and that's it.
See, recently there's been a problem with people stealing money from the register at work. The store manager apparently has no interest in catching whoever is doing it, so long as she gets the money back by the following pay day. I have done what I can, but my efforts are hampered by the fact that I can not trust anyone at this point. The real problem is that I am being held accountable for these missing funds, and it has come to over $700 so far this month. That's about a hundred dollars a day. I have to pay back equal shares with everyone who worked on a shift where money was missing. This is going to total out to about $160. That would be about half of my weekly net pay.
On top of that, corporate tells me that if I don't pay, they will fire me. My original plan was to work out the week, and tell them they were not getting a damn dime. Then they would fire me, and I could file a wrongful termination lawsuit. Since they would then be required to prove that I stole the money, I'm pretty sure I would win.
Unfortunately, the stress is killing me, damn near literally. Thanks to six weeks of this bullshit, I now have a bleeding ulcer happily eating away at the lining of my stomach.
On the one hand, I want out, and bad. On the other hand, I know from experience that finding work in this area during the winter is damn hard, since so many of the jobs around here are outdoor seasonal work; this means that there are lots of laid-off people looking for work about now.
But I think that it's finally come to the point that I have to leave, as it's starting to affect my life outside of work. Normally, I leave my private life at the door when I get to work, and I leave my work at the door when I go home. But this shit is just too fucking much.
Really, no one has to post to this, I just wanted to rant a bit and express myself to a group; but if you want to chime in, go ahead- just do it in the next nine hours, because I'll be leaving for my last day of work about then.
Wish me luck, folks!
See, recently there's been a problem with people stealing money from the register at work. The store manager apparently has no interest in catching whoever is doing it, so long as she gets the money back by the following pay day. I have done what I can, but my efforts are hampered by the fact that I can not trust anyone at this point. The real problem is that I am being held accountable for these missing funds, and it has come to over $700 so far this month. That's about a hundred dollars a day. I have to pay back equal shares with everyone who worked on a shift where money was missing. This is going to total out to about $160. That would be about half of my weekly net pay.
On top of that, corporate tells me that if I don't pay, they will fire me. My original plan was to work out the week, and tell them they were not getting a damn dime. Then they would fire me, and I could file a wrongful termination lawsuit. Since they would then be required to prove that I stole the money, I'm pretty sure I would win.
Unfortunately, the stress is killing me, damn near literally. Thanks to six weeks of this bullshit, I now have a bleeding ulcer happily eating away at the lining of my stomach.
On the one hand, I want out, and bad. On the other hand, I know from experience that finding work in this area during the winter is damn hard, since so many of the jobs around here are outdoor seasonal work; this means that there are lots of laid-off people looking for work about now.
But I think that it's finally come to the point that I have to leave, as it's starting to affect my life outside of work. Normally, I leave my private life at the door when I get to work, and I leave my work at the door when I go home. But this shit is just too fucking much.
Really, no one has to post to this, I just wanted to rant a bit and express myself to a group; but if you want to chime in, go ahead- just do it in the next nine hours, because I'll be leaving for my last day of work about then.
Wish me luck, folks!