Now that I’ve cooled down a bit after the most recent Post of Hatred, let me explain myself.
I (along with Abbie) had been asked about a month ago to be one of the Hiring and Training Coordinators for the upcoming holiday hiring extravaganza. I went up to the district office in Indy for a day-long training to learn that, yeah, our store’s hiring process? Pretty much nothing what it should be. So we understood we had a lot of work ahead of us. Mind you, I am still working 40 hours on the sales floor and do not have time specifically allocated to hiring coordinator responsibilties. So I worked ten extra hours the first week, because it was different, I liked it, was good at it — so much that I wished I could just do HR stuff, full time.
But weeks later, I didn’t have floor coverage for my department, so I would spend a couple hours making 293847234 phone calls and the rest of the day trying to work on the sales floor, only to get pulled away to set appointments and answer questions and file shit. I’d come back to the sales floor to get scolded by a manager, because nobody was on the floor, and OH MY GOD there are FIVE people in MEDIA and THIS ONE can’t find the new DIDDY ALBUM, of which 324987234 copies ARE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE, MOTHERFUCKER!
Then, another page:
“Jenn, to the manager’s bridge.”
“What’s up?”
“_____ is here for a first interview and I can’t find his application.”
“It’s in the drawer marked ‘first applications.’ Paperclipped. With his name on it.”
For me, the main root of the problem, like most things, was the money issue. I wasn’t given any financial compensation for the extra work I was doing, acting as a GATEKEEPER to who was actually let into the company or not. (I don’t know if you know, but I’m a pretty big deal. ) No — no recognition for the job I was doing, only criticism for using too many paperclips and then getting blamed when things get lost. … I called in sick last Thursday. I knew if I came in, I would blow up at somebody, sometime, whether it was management or a customer, so I chose to avoid those consequences. I considered putting in my two weeks and just doing temp work.
Instead, I applied for a job in Inventory, interviewed, got an offer on the spot, and got a raise. When asked why I wanted to job, I said that “I wanted new challenges” at my job at Best Buy, which is partially true, if by “new challenges” you mean dealing with a LACK of the following:
– customers from Bedford who use phrases like, “tell me what you know about that there warsher”
– Patronizing questions from sales managers
– PC gamers spooging over World of Warcraft strategy guides
– Getting treated like I’m a supervisor, which I can totally be if you’d like to talk to my paycheck about it. No? Okay, then, take it to the sup and let him make some goddamn decisions.
– white trash girls asking under their breath, “i’m looking for a rap song, and the lyrics are like, ‘I wanna fuck you so bad, girl’?”
– Customers who ignore me, giving me no choice but to be annoyingly nice just to release some sarcasm so I don’t kill myself
– Guitar Hero, just in general
I could go on. My new job will be quiet, boring, and involve lots of counting. It will also give me a set, consistent schedule every week.
This means that I will be saying goodbye to WTTS after a year and a half of hard work. And by hard work, I mean doing the bare minimum of what is expected of me and many, many, LiveJournal updates. To be honest, I didn’t do anything to impress this company, and they didn’t do anything to supplement my development in radio. If I ever got into this industry, I’d probably get into satellite radio, as local radio is a dying medium. I didn’t even get to milk free concert tickets, because I was always working elsewhere, just to make ends meet. The five and a half hours that I’m here, I do about twenty minutes of actual work. It was cool to get paid for pretty much just sitting here, but at the end of the day (or in my case, night), your body isn’t meant to pull all-nighters on a basis like this. I suspect the emotional instability and my weight gain can be attributed to the two overnights I work a week.
With the raise, I will be breaking even on the income, but I will be working forty, versus fifty, hours a week, with consistent morning shifts every week day, with every weekend off. Hopefully this will be better. (Also: Did I tell Best Buy I have an interview in Chicago November 17th? HELL-to-the-NO.)
The End.
October 31st, 2006 at 9:27 am
SWAT, eh?
Product Process represent!
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October 31st, 2006 at 9:29 am
By which I meant, good for you. Sales floor blows.
Good luck on that job interview.
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October 31st, 2006 at 10:20 pm
Yeah *sigh* welcome to the world of the hiring coordinator. and kick it in the ass when you leave it! The folders are a good idea, which is why Flo and I used the darn binder and bottom drawer but its too much common sense for steve and shawn to put them in the appropriate spot.
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