What to do, what to do…
I got a call from the union rep today. A few months back, he came to visit and let me know that they were going to arbitration to get some full time positions in the company for techs. The fact that a majority of us are working40 hours or MORE and still being classified as part time obviously pissed a lot of people off and they went to the union about it. The union did a good job and got a number of full time positions at various locations throughout the city and the rep was calling everyone who had expressed an interest in a position so he could build his list of who was interested in which positions.
My options were a store fairly close to home (but not the one I work at now) that is reportedly a “shitshow”…very disorganized and desperately in need of a good manager; the store I was previously working at, which apparently has gone WAY downhill since I left and another store that I have worked in once to fill in for someone. I would love to take credit for the old store going downhill so badly since I left because I was the glue holding it together…. but I can’t do that. They still have a ton of good people, but with staff turnover the way it’s been lately, I can’t blame things for falling down.
I think for now I am just going to stick it out where I am until our business picks up enough for them to apply to have a full time position there. I really enjoy all the people I work with. We get along really well, and despite the fact that it’s all ladies, there is no obvious cattiness or backstabbing that generally goes on in a workplace full of females. Once a full time position comes up in my store, I should probably be right at the top of the seniority list and no one will want to snap it up from underneath me.
One small thing to rant about today…. I don’t want to talk to whoever you are talking to on your cell phone about the meds you are picking up for them.. I have my own phones back here, that I clean and sanitize on a regular basis. I don’t know where your cell phone has been… in your icky pocket next to your sweaty crotch, in the cup holder of your filthy car, in your purse next to your used snot rags.. no thanks.. Oh yeah… hang the damned thing up when you are talking to ME… I am the one who needs to ask you the important questions… I don’t care that your sister, Sally was on a great date last night. I will ignore you until you’re finished.