I’m still upset and angry; something happened last night that gave me anxiety attacks for at least an hour afterwards. The sertraline didn’t even touch this. Sitting with the cat on my chest did. So I can thank Lulu for keeping me sane.
Suffice to say, one of my managers–for arguement’s sake we’ll call him “Shrimp Dick”–has gone from “You irritate me” to “Do me a favor and step in front of an on-coming vehicle”. Even worse? Shrimp Dick has also exposed himself as a fucking liar and a shitty one at that. Holy fuck, I work for this asshat! I just can’t even with this!
As you can see, it’s been hellish the last several days. It hasn’t gotten a damn bit easier, either. If anything, it’s gotten worse.
For the past few days, I’ve been one of the few dedicated Member Service associates at the doors. It’s usually been two of us at the most. Multiple times, I’ve had to open by myself or close by myself. Running breaks and procedures has been a nightmare. Half of the paperwork is filled out incorrectly. Some nights, the 20:30 door count isn’t entered on the count sheet, which completely screws up our daily count. Equipment isn’t put away. The electric carts aren’t plugged in to charge for the next day. It’s an absolute shitshow and it’s getting worse.
But that’s not all. It seems that Costco plays favorites and they do so quite blatantly. A couple of weeks ago, there was a posting for a position at the Membership Desk. A number of Front End Assistants applied. It was all for naught as a little while later, a new hire–she was officially hired on Halloween–was seen at the desk, doing training.
She hasn’t made her ninety days yet. But management picked her for the position.
There are plenty of people livid about this, for obvious reasons. They’ve been at their positions longer. They have more experience. They know the basics. But management said “Eff that noise” and went with a new hire. Some have been making noises that they’ll go to corporate. I wish them luck, if they do. Then, there’s my situation.
Again, if not having a driver’s license and vehicle was so detrimental, why would they have hired me for Member Service in the first place? I’ve done everything I can to be a good employee: I rolled with the punches, I didn’t complain about scheduling changes, I stayed late, I came in early, you name it. Yet that means shit all to them. Because of one fucking co-worker, I’m going to be moved to a different area and I don’t know if I like that at all. I said repeatedly that I’d stay later at night, but management pissed and moaned about payroll. My anxiety is off the charts right now; last night didn’t help one fucking bit and now I’m not sure that I even want to see the building anymore. Seriously, is this shit worth my mental health?! Because I don’t know anymore.
On the bright side, Ca$hma$ is nearly done. I won’t have to deal with this for another year. That’s one positive thing, at the very least.