Well, what can really be said about this? These past few days, and weeks have been knee-deep in boiling feces of stress and professional issues.
The "Area Manager", which is just a fancy term for "Cockfoster in Charge" at the inventory service I work for happens to be one of the most insensitive and downright asinine people I've ever met, and had the displeasure of working under.
First off, earlier this week on Monday(which honestly is the only store I can remember auditing clearly, everything before that is rather hazy) in Mechanicsville off Rte 301 had problems with the backroom. Counts that were made by myself back there ended up being horribly inaccurate because of people in the employment of the company were moving stock all day, the jerk-off assigned to "babysit" did nothing all bloody day(which was a breech of contract that was brushed off by the manager, figure the odds), and other elements; Because of this, my supervisor decides to demoralize me by upping the ante on his assholery by constantly going "We're gonna have a serious, serious talk" throughout the rest of the day.
Right.
Well, he was gone for several days because of a death in the family(condolences not given), and after returning to work, he continues to prove that he really has no idea what he's doing by putting one of the slowest people on either the Staunton crew or Fredericksburg crew in this store's particular stockroom. The guy doesn't finish until 230 PM, and still required assistance from myself and several other people. Long day, bitchy manager, stress abounds.
The big knocker, though, was yesterday. Problems with laundry caused me to come to the job site wearing blue denim jeans, rather than the dress code friendly khaki pants that most businesses require. No biggie, since the area manager had been contacted by telephone prior to departure about this little predicament, right? Wrong.
At the store, the ever-so-unpleasant Vice-President of Operations happened to come to see the crew in action. Partly because his house was a relatively short drive away, and partly because he could.
Now, originally I was supposed to do the stockroom for the store(Lawls, redemption), but the area manager stepped in at the last second and notified the man running the inventory that the night before he had received and e-mail from several people in the corporate office(to include El Vice Presidente) that I was forbade from e'er doing the stockrooms again for this particular grocer after Mechanicsville's screw up. So, get on the floor, have about 3 bad recounts, 2 of them which were not fully my fault, and I end up auditing reclaim(Damaged or stolen goods which are sent back to the warehouse for credit).
No sooner than I was starting reclaim did the corporate prick come up and say things like "Did we have some problems out there?", "Are we having a bad day?", all in a rather sarcastic tone. After giving him a half-hearted "yes" he responded with "EXCUSE ME?".
The reclaim and magazines got done at around 330 PM after they were started at roughly 1025 AM. That's 48 boxes of damages, and 55 totes filled with magazines. All of them having to be scanned individually.
Having driven to the store, as I often do, was greeted by the nonchalant and hitherto asinine area manager in the company van with a loud honk as I was passing by to kind of rattle me. So I flipped him the middle finger, to which he responded rather violently by raising his voice and saying "You may want to think next time before you use that finger"(whatever, he had it coming).
Big problem in all of this is that the managers, and corporate have this big clusterf*ck of a conference call at 830 in the morning every Saturday. Can only imagine what they're going to be talking about today. So really, dunno if i'll have a job or not until Monday, or if my already meager pay is gonna be cut.
tl;dr version, My job sucks, stress and misery aren't worth it. Trying to find and new one and not having luck, any suggestions on whether or not to stick with this?
