moth marrow

i’m feeling very combative towards people i work with. i’ve been working at this job for about two months now give or take and have always been a solid employee. i just don’t understand why this place of work is so obnoxiously unprofessional. usually i would be thinking to myself that considering my place of work is a shoe store, that the people who work there regardless of if their job as a shoe sales person is their career should realize that they sell shoes and do not need to be overly serious about it. in this case though a newly hired department manager is completely disregarding her obligation to execute every expectation that she bestows upon “her” part time staff not only in “her” department. While I am being reprimanded for the cusp of my tattoo showing occasionally from underneath my long sleeved cardigan (because naturally the fabric moves upward a tiny bit on my skin as i walk and swing my arms back and forth) this manager comes into work every day fully exposing her terribly healed tattoos while completely one hundred percent disregarding the companies dress code. i know it may seem as though i take this job too seriously, but it really isn’t that. i don’t intend on working at a shoe store for the rest of my life so in reality i have no care for the job besides the fact that i work with my best friend and i get money deposited into my bank account. its just the simple fact that this person is being exempted from all the ridiculous expectations that are so strictly expected from me for the simple reason that they need that full time position to be filled and wouldn’t want to risk upsetting her and causing her to flee. So, why not write her an entire new set of rules to fit her wants and needs. while i get shit from a different manager about how my t shirt is not the proper shade of white, this manager struts into the store wearing faded navy jeans, a multi colored striped tank top and flats fully exposing the atrocious sunset tattoo on her foot. Herself and the rest of the staff being fully aware that we are all expected to wear black pants of any fabric besides jean, a solid colored t shirt (no tanks allowed) and that all tattoos must be covered..we decide to exempt her from that for no apparent reason.

anyway, last time i was into work this manager asked if i could take her shift for her on monday so that she wouldn’t have to “be alone on easter”. i’m assuming she was planting a seed for the fact that she may have relaitves out of town that she wants to visit or something. even though today is my dads birthday and we have plans tomorrow to go to sarnia with him and take photos and treat him to a lovely day, i tell her that im available to take her shift despite the fact that we were hoping to continue celebrating my fathers birthday on the monday. she then continues to tell me as well as the actual store manager that i may not need to take the shift because she had already asked another person and they had yet to confirm. So, because I was in a rush and needed to leave work i asked that they let me know if i need to work or not. Obviously, considering i was being kind enough to take this shift for a girl who has been nothing but pretentious towards me you would figure that she would be happy to let me know if i can take the shift. Instead of calling that other staff to check if he could work, she tells me I have to wait to find out if I can do this favor for her and my store manager told me that they would contact me by latest this morning to let me know. well they haven’t called me, so im not going to work! if it turns out that they have forgotten to call me to confirm but they were under the impression that i will be working, thats their problem because as of now that shift is not mine. Nor was it ever my responsibility to make sure this managers shift got covered, even though i took the initative to call the store (got no answer) to see if i worked..yet she cant call me to tell me if i can do a favor for her. hahahahaha people.

i’ve got to go work out for a bit, i’ve been putting it off all day. erg. i know once i start i’ll enjoy it, its just actually motivating myself to do so that is killing me. bye!