doxiemama
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Our SrTL is an ass...let me first get that out of the way. He's insensitive, hyper, unfocused, messy rude and has this fanatical obsession with putting reshop away each night, even if it means foregoing zoning the store. That's always a little bit awkward when everybody arrives the next morning and the departments look half-done (which they are). Earlier this fall I had a really nasty upper respiratory infection. The Store TL picked up when I called in sick and he couldn't have been nicer. He told me he hoped I felt better soon and when I did get back to the store, he specifically asked me how I was doing. Ass answered the phone the second day and even though I had laryngitis and was coughing so hard I couldn't catch my breath, he tells me I had better have a doctor's excuse with a very threatening tone of voice.
Let me say that I am generally very dependable. I come in on a moments notice if they need somebody because another TM called off. I stay late whenever they ask me to and I do whatever I am asked to do, including cleaning up pee from a fitting room and disposing of a soaking wet diaper that some rude guest left behind. I digress.
Tonight, the Ass was the LOD. He went into his usual rant about getting the reshop done. And then he threw in a threat and announced that he was not going to let anybody leave the store until everything was done. His logic was that would be an incentive for us to move faster. I think all of us were moving at breakneck speed already. The store was a mess and there was just a ridiculous amount of reshop. When he told us for the third time we weren't going to be allowed to leave and I realized how late it was getting, I got on the walkie and privately told him that I could not possibly stay beyond 11:30pm tonight. Without bothering to find out why, he told me that was the way it had to be and while it was unfortunate, he expected me to stay put like everybody else. I tried to protest and he just shut me down.
What he didn't know was that this was the first year anniversary of my Mom's death. She died the morning of Black Friday last year. I was getting ready to go to work when my Dad called, I let the store know, then headed to the airport to catch a flight to where my parents lived. The actual date is Saturday (which is now, I guess), but in my mind, it will always be Black Friday. I didn't ask for time off this year because I figured they would need people and I could manage my emotions ok. But by tonight, I was tired and I was starting to really get upset. I wanted to go home and be with my family. I wanted to spend some quiet time grieving. I had given Target 100% and it was time for me to deal with my own sadness. And that crappy manager told me I had to stay until the reshop was taken care of and he didn't care how long that took.
He never once asked me whether there might be a good reason why I needed to get out of there. I honestly couldn't decide whether I was going to fling a quad across the girl's department or just crumble down onto the floor and let it all out. I finished my cart then went back to the fitting room. My ETL was there and I just looked at her and said I have got to go home. I explained why and she said to just go. She'd deal with any flack. So I went and I cried all the way home, partly out of grief and partly out of frustration.
I like my store. I really enjoy the people and the guests and while the pays sucks, I look forward to going in. However, I don't think I can be around this jerk anymore. He didn't even give me a chance to explain. He just dismissed me and changed the channel on his walkie. I'm not about to confront him. His mere presence makes me too upset these days. I'm debating about going to the STL to discuss this because I have a reasonably good relationship with him. I'm also thinking about calling the hotline. I know that the odds are that it won't remain anonymous, but I'm not sure I care that much. But if it's only going to come back to the store, I'd just as soon talk to somebody in a position to do something and who will hear me out.
The sad thing is that several other folks where venting to me tonight about the Ass. Lately, no matter what we're told to do, he overrides it, including telling guests that we would do price matching today after we were strictly warned off of it. Guest Services people were ready to throw in the towel since it didn't seem to matter what the policies were. One guy was livid about the entire thing because he said if one of the senior people aren't going to follow the rules, why did everybody make such a big deal out of them. I'm not the only one who finds him intolerable.
Anyway, it helps to just get this rant out. But beyond that, does anybody have any thoughts on how to handle this? If I knew far enough in advance what his schedule was going to be, I'd start looking for people to cover my shifts if I knew he was going to be LOD. I seriously don't mind doing reshop. But I don't like this feeling that I'm being held hostage in the store. And I really don't like his unwillingness to cut somebody slack if they have something personal going on. At the least, he could have asked why I needed to leave so badly. I was scheduled until 11:30pm. I left at 11:45pm and people were still on the floor trying to get things done so they could all go home without invoking his wrath. Fortunately, I don't have to be back until late Sunday afternoon.
And here it is, 4:30am, and I'm still so worked up that I can't sleep.
Let me say that I am generally very dependable. I come in on a moments notice if they need somebody because another TM called off. I stay late whenever they ask me to and I do whatever I am asked to do, including cleaning up pee from a fitting room and disposing of a soaking wet diaper that some rude guest left behind. I digress.
Tonight, the Ass was the LOD. He went into his usual rant about getting the reshop done. And then he threw in a threat and announced that he was not going to let anybody leave the store until everything was done. His logic was that would be an incentive for us to move faster. I think all of us were moving at breakneck speed already. The store was a mess and there was just a ridiculous amount of reshop. When he told us for the third time we weren't going to be allowed to leave and I realized how late it was getting, I got on the walkie and privately told him that I could not possibly stay beyond 11:30pm tonight. Without bothering to find out why, he told me that was the way it had to be and while it was unfortunate, he expected me to stay put like everybody else. I tried to protest and he just shut me down.
What he didn't know was that this was the first year anniversary of my Mom's death. She died the morning of Black Friday last year. I was getting ready to go to work when my Dad called, I let the store know, then headed to the airport to catch a flight to where my parents lived. The actual date is Saturday (which is now, I guess), but in my mind, it will always be Black Friday. I didn't ask for time off this year because I figured they would need people and I could manage my emotions ok. But by tonight, I was tired and I was starting to really get upset. I wanted to go home and be with my family. I wanted to spend some quiet time grieving. I had given Target 100% and it was time for me to deal with my own sadness. And that crappy manager told me I had to stay until the reshop was taken care of and he didn't care how long that took.
He never once asked me whether there might be a good reason why I needed to get out of there. I honestly couldn't decide whether I was going to fling a quad across the girl's department or just crumble down onto the floor and let it all out. I finished my cart then went back to the fitting room. My ETL was there and I just looked at her and said I have got to go home. I explained why and she said to just go. She'd deal with any flack. So I went and I cried all the way home, partly out of grief and partly out of frustration.
I like my store. I really enjoy the people and the guests and while the pays sucks, I look forward to going in. However, I don't think I can be around this jerk anymore. He didn't even give me a chance to explain. He just dismissed me and changed the channel on his walkie. I'm not about to confront him. His mere presence makes me too upset these days. I'm debating about going to the STL to discuss this because I have a reasonably good relationship with him. I'm also thinking about calling the hotline. I know that the odds are that it won't remain anonymous, but I'm not sure I care that much. But if it's only going to come back to the store, I'd just as soon talk to somebody in a position to do something and who will hear me out.
The sad thing is that several other folks where venting to me tonight about the Ass. Lately, no matter what we're told to do, he overrides it, including telling guests that we would do price matching today after we were strictly warned off of it. Guest Services people were ready to throw in the towel since it didn't seem to matter what the policies were. One guy was livid about the entire thing because he said if one of the senior people aren't going to follow the rules, why did everybody make such a big deal out of them. I'm not the only one who finds him intolerable.
Anyway, it helps to just get this rant out. But beyond that, does anybody have any thoughts on how to handle this? If I knew far enough in advance what his schedule was going to be, I'd start looking for people to cover my shifts if I knew he was going to be LOD. I seriously don't mind doing reshop. But I don't like this feeling that I'm being held hostage in the store. And I really don't like his unwillingness to cut somebody slack if they have something personal going on. At the least, he could have asked why I needed to leave so badly. I was scheduled until 11:30pm. I left at 11:45pm and people were still on the floor trying to get things done so they could all go home without invoking his wrath. Fortunately, I don't have to be back until late Sunday afternoon.
And here it is, 4:30am, and I'm still so worked up that I can't sleep.
