But where oh where shall I start? There are so many wonderful shitty things I can say about this place. I know, lets talk uniforms. First off, the uniforms are actually not that bad. Visually at least. I really do hate my pants though. So the one thing that this employer does do is provide uniforms for it's staff. Which is great. However, the actual staff that handles this process is rude as hell. Not all, but most. And it's probably because they don't want extra added work either. And I don't blame them. However, either way, hoes need a fresh clean uniform for this punk ass job. And that is not always the case. A few times I go to pick up part of my uniform, and my apron is stained with bleach. And I'm like what the fuck. They want us to be all clean and professional looking, but a bitch can't seem to get an apron that doesn't have fucking bleach stains on it. What kind of sense does that make?
Ok, so then, I had to pick up a new pair of pants because the single pair that I had since I started had ripped in the thigh area. I can't help it. I'm voluptuous. My thighs rubbed together when I walk. So I go see if they have a second pair for me. I've already had to get a pair of shoes and a shirt for this damn job. For a company that apparently provides the uniform for their employees, they sure do a shitty job. But they managed to muster up the most uncomfortable pair of pants possible. Fine whatever. So I go pick up the new pair which was a miracle that they had them. But the pants also were ripped in the thigh. And I'm like, how the hell am I suppose to work like this? So I have come to the conclusion that I am just going to buy my own pants and have them reimburse me. Because they can't seem to do shit right. Why would they allow the hardworking people to give us ripped and bleached uniforms? Then expect us to maintain a specific visual appearance?
And I truly don't understand the conditions that we have to deal with by working here. Shit, if I knew that working with this company in this industry was going to be like this, I would have definitely chosen a different profession. But my greedy ass had to go where the money was. Not knowing that was wrong. I mean, how was I suppose to know that if a certain manager doesn't like you, you wont get fucking hours. That's another thing that I don't agree with. How can you claim to be a manager, but you act like you just another employee who thinks they better than everyone else. It's a definite misuse of power. And the fact that it has not been brought to the proper persons attention pisses me off. It's treatments like this, the reason damn unions where formed. I don't even know it this company has a union. Probably not. Because then they would most definitely have to change the way they do things. And part of me feels bad because some of the innocent souls there only know this. They don't know and understand what it is like to be treated with respect in a work place.
That's what makes me a target though. The fact that I do know the difference and will speak up of mistreatment towards me. So when I do try to voice my opinion, I get penalized for it by being put on entry level work. Or bitch work as most people, including me, calls it. LOL, Even though a bitch got years of experience. But no one seems to care about that or the other relevant skills that I have. Which makes matters even worse. And I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place for coming out here through an agency. Because I'm too smart to quit without a second option. Yet I'm struggling everyday to walk through those doors without wanting to kill myself. The only good thing is knowing that I do work with a few great people. Who makes this whole painful process a little less painful. I'm at the point where I don't even care that I'm not getting my definite 30 hours a week required by my agency. Like today, I worked 2 hours. I'm just tired of having to bitch about the same shit. That are things that I shouldn't even have to bitch about. Long story short, I still hate my job and I can't wait until my contract is up in February. Although, I will miss the great people and friends I have met here.
Here's dem photos
So I know this one is kind hard to make out. But those are Jelly fish in the water!!! The circular clear circular things that is. LOL. The other cleat thing is a plastic bag.
My face when I wake up and realize I have to work. LOL
This is a pond thing of some sort. It was cool. And my photo is straight up computer screen saver worthy. LOL
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