I used to work produce at a southern grocery chain and I loved
working there for the most part. The store loved hiring less than
able or competent workers then hiring a person to follow that person
around for what i assume as some kind of tax break. Everyone that
worked there was very nice and friendly except for the dreaded boss.
She was always buzzing around the store reorganizng the shelves and
counters because nothing was ever good enough for her. She was always
cutting hours and constantly leaving the store understaffed. She did
this because the less hours the store consumed, the bigger her bonus
became. I don’t blame her for trying to be stingey, but she took it
to an extreme.
Now in my department, i had a little slice of the 1960/70′s-a
vietname vet with flashbacks, a burnt out druggie, a white
supremacist, a hippy, a lesbian, and the boss. All of these people
weren’t the cream of the crop, but had some amazing life stories
Unfortunatly all of them were constantly getting sick or missing work
for some thing or another leaving me to pick up the extra hours. I’d
work to about midnight most schedualed days, but i was always getting
calls at 5-7am seeing if i could come in. Being a poor college boy in
need of money i was always saying “yes” but always reminding her of
how many hours i’ve already worked. this made the boss quite happy
and quickly became her go-to person.
I was normally schedualed for 15-20 hours a week, the only reason why
i never picked up a second job is because i was picking up enough
hours and end up working about 40-65 hour work weeks so i was making
bank on top of a under the table side job getting 300 bucks a week.
This went on for about two months until she got a call from the union
saying they’re gonna have to make me full time because i worked so
many 40 hour weeks. She went ape on me, because she never knew that i
was workin that much.
From that point on, she was always riding me to work harder than ever
before, nothing was ever good enough, the peaches dimples weren’t
facing the right direction etc. She also always had me shuffling
around the stands and pulling thousand-pound crates of watermelons to
the front of the store.
The last straw came when corporate authorized my department for 100
extra hours a week for work since we were earning so much. This
worked out to be about 20 hours extra a week for everyone, but since
i was the only part-timer it was probably meant to hire another
person or two. What she did instead was slash hours to the bare
minimum for evreyons and if someone called in sick she wouldn’t call
in a replacement, so i was constantly working solo during the busiest
days of the week. As a cost “saving” measure, she also schedualed one
woman during her class time in an effort to get her fired for so many
Soon after, most of us gave our two weeks and moved to another store.
We later learned that she was replaced from another out of state