My job sucks.

I guess I should just be happy I have a job. I’m just tired of feeling like I’m continuously being fucked in the ass by said job.

This year has been pure hell. I came back from maternity leave at the very end of December last year. I had to step down from my position prior to going on leave because I was going to exhaust 12 weeks of leave. They will hold a job for up to one year, but you are only promised your position for 12 weeks. So, I stepped down so they could fill the position. I had originally planned on returning to work at only 4 days a week. But, I ended up taking 4 months off from work after Jenna was born, and almost totally blowing through my savings since my short term disability pay ended after 8 weeks.

I cam back to work, and took a decent position doing something I’m good at and with no real stress. The only compromise I asked for was to start at 8am instead of 7am until Jenna turned 1. I wanted her to learn good sleep habits, and didn’t feel that waking her at 5am every day would be beneficial to her. No one had a problem with that. So, I was working happily at my job for a few weeks. One day the store manager approached me about maybe learning another position since the woman who was doing the job planned to retire in the summer. It was something I always wanted to learn so I said I was definitely interested. At this point it was just talk, but something to look forward to.

A month or so later another manager asked me about it and said that I would have to start working at 7 again so I could learn the job. I reluctantly agreed. I was taught 2 other jobs, but never the one I had hoped for. These 2 jobs basically have no hope of becoming available anytime soon. I kept working and waiting for my training. We still had 5 months before Lu was going to retire, so I figured no hurry, right?

Lu ended up going on leave in the spring. I thought for sure I’d get asked to step in then. This is where I get fucked over. Our store manager got promoted and was no longer in the store. The woman running the show until a new manager took over doesn’t like me. She sent a girl to another store to learn the job, knowing that I was asked to learn it. This girl is one who has held 4 different jobs since I’ve been in the store (less than 2 years at that point), and was currently in a great position at that point. I was pretty hurt. She ended up getting the job after Lu retired, and I didn’t even receive an interview for it.

I sucked it up though, and just went on. Things were rolling pretty good until our new manager had been in place a few months. He’s making up his own policies, ones that go against corporate policies and just don’t make sense. Walmart is a pretty good company to work for as a whole. But some of the stores are wayyyyyyyy fucked up. I wouldn’t suggest my worst enemy work where I do.

At the end of September, beginning of October, I was informed that there weren’t enough hours in my position for all 3 of us to work full time. We were asked to go to another shift, or our hours would be cut. Since Danny travels for work and is not home much, there was no way I could go to another shift. I wouldn’t have childcare. I had my hours cut from 40 a week to 8-16 a week. Until I filed for partial unemployment. The day after I filed, suddenly there were shifts available in grocery. And I was happy to take them. I do like my work, it’s the way the store is managed I disagree with.

So, I work my shifts in IMS and grocery and am happy to be getting my hours. The grocery manager ends up needing to go on leave to have surgery, and they have to post her position because she has used her 12 weeks already. I am encouraged to apply for the job, by 4 different managers and everyone who works in the dept.! I was psyched, Guaranteed hours, weekends off, and a raise!

I didn’t even get interviewed. And they wouldn’t tell me why. To this day I think it’s because I make more than $10 an hour. They didn’t want to give me a raise. They gave the job to a girl who has never even worked on the salesfloor. She has no knowledge of merchandising, ordering, the computer system, the inventory system. But, they won’t have to give her a raise. And I guess that’s all that matters. They’re setting her up to fail, and a huge part of our store to fail also.

But, it’s not my problem. Because I officially do not give a shit anymore. I will not get my hopes up for anything here again. And I would have done the job without a raise! I don’t need the money, I need the hours. I am bitter about it. And everyday there is pure hell to me.

I am desperately looking for a new job.