So that sucked.
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So we got back from work yesterday, and were turning our paperwork in at the shop when one of the nicer ladies who works there stops us. She says that basically if I'm going to go out with Chris on route and help him, then I have to wear a uniform.
Apparently, some retarded companies called and complained that "There's a girl with the City Parcel guy! OMG!" Never mind the fact that every place we go into asks "Ah, you got a helper today?" (which I hate. They always say it to me as if I'm fucking 5 >.<; ) To which I reply "Yeah, I'm his assistant, so we can get more stops done during the day." To which they reply "Ah, well, good then. I know I'd appreciate an assistant with what I do."
Which means its the retards from ABC Office Supply. We pick packages up from them daily to be delivered the next day. They're perpetually bitchy, finicky and generally a pain in the ass. We're supposed to pick up the packages NO EARLIER than 3:30 and NO LATER than 4:30. A 1 hour window in our variable schedule. Which we pretty much ignore. And we're NOT SUPPOSED TO BRING THE PACKAGES OUT THROUGH THE FRONT. Except that they regularly lock their gate leading to the back, so we have no choice. Anyway, point is, it's a building full of twats, and they regularly get ignored. And they probably complained about me for no good reason, other than to have something to complain about.
Anyway.
So the nice lady, who's name is Beth, tells me this. I sigh.
"Look," I say. "No offense against you. But if I'm not getting paid, then I'm not wearing a uniform. I'll wear T-shirts if that's what they want, and I'll wear a lanyard with a nametag which says "City Parcel" on it, but I'm not going to dress in a heavy, hot shirt and a heavy, hot hat in 90 degree weather if I'm not getting paid."
She was completely OK with that, and didn't take offense at all. She said she understood. She also asked why Chris wasn't paying me. Chris laughed and told her that, after expenses, he was making less than minimum wage. So he can't pay me. Beth was shocked.
Regardless of all of this, though, I can't go with Chris on route anymore. Which is fine, I suppose. It means I can look harder for a job, and start immediately when said job opens up. I have a really good shot at getting a job at Petco right now that I need to call back on. But it's sad that I can't go to work with Chris anymore and help out. I'll miss that. But shit happens.
So we got back from work yesterday, and were turning our paperwork in at the shop when one of the nicer ladies who works there stops us. She says that basically if I'm going to go out with Chris on route and help him, then I have to wear a uniform.
Apparently, some retarded companies called and complained that "There's a girl with the City Parcel guy! OMG!" Never mind the fact that every place we go into asks "Ah, you got a helper today?" (which I hate. They always say it to me as if I'm fucking 5 >.<; ) To which I reply "Yeah, I'm his assistant, so we can get more stops done during the day." To which they reply "Ah, well, good then. I know I'd appreciate an assistant with what I do."
Which means its the retards from ABC Office Supply. We pick packages up from them daily to be delivered the next day. They're perpetually bitchy, finicky and generally a pain in the ass. We're supposed to pick up the packages NO EARLIER than 3:30 and NO LATER than 4:30. A 1 hour window in our variable schedule. Which we pretty much ignore. And we're NOT SUPPOSED TO BRING THE PACKAGES OUT THROUGH THE FRONT. Except that they regularly lock their gate leading to the back, so we have no choice. Anyway, point is, it's a building full of twats, and they regularly get ignored. And they probably complained about me for no good reason, other than to have something to complain about.
Anyway.
So the nice lady, who's name is Beth, tells me this. I sigh.
"Look," I say. "No offense against you. But if I'm not getting paid, then I'm not wearing a uniform. I'll wear T-shirts if that's what they want, and I'll wear a lanyard with a nametag which says "City Parcel" on it, but I'm not going to dress in a heavy, hot shirt and a heavy, hot hat in 90 degree weather if I'm not getting paid."
She was completely OK with that, and didn't take offense at all. She said she understood. She also asked why Chris wasn't paying me. Chris laughed and told her that, after expenses, he was making less than minimum wage. So he can't pay me. Beth was shocked.
Regardless of all of this, though, I can't go with Chris on route anymore. Which is fine, I suppose. It means I can look harder for a job, and start immediately when said job opens up. I have a really good shot at getting a job at Petco right now that I need to call back on. But it's sad that I can't go to work with Chris anymore and help out. I'll miss that. But shit happens.
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