Hi antiwork! been lurking this sub for over a year now, but its my first time posting!
today, i walked out of my new job on my third shift without informing anyone, its been two and a half hours and i've only just had a phone call presumably to ask where i am.
it started when i saw an opportunity to earn a decent amount more money working the back door of the warehouse overnight in Tesco, when i say more money, i mean about 50% more per month.
the job itself was basically to unload several delivery lorries per shift, and put the stock in the correct locations in the warehouse, also arranging the correct cages of stock for deployment onto the shop floor for the night staff to fill shelves.
well the bullshit started in my induction, my hours where 9pm-6am, but the induction was 9am-4pm, and during this induction i was told i'd be trained on days first for two weeks, or 8 shifts, and be on minimum wage while i was doing so.
bullshit but whatever.
well the first two shifts went great, i learned a fair amount, although i was quickly told there was alot to learn and two weeks was rushing it, not enough time really, the lad training me was great though, if you happen to see this, thanks Sam!
enter third shift. i expect as its a friday and i'm told to expect busy, i'll be learning alot today, i'm excited. i get into work and am immediately told that instead i'll be walking around the superstore shopfloor alone with an empty cage condensing stock and scrapping the left over cardboard.
not great. this takes forever because i've no idea how much of a meticulous job im expected to do, so i go for it, and after a fair while i've done an isle, the whole time, being constantly asked where stuff is by customers and trying to help them the best i can, but naturally, its day three, and its not my fucking job, so this takes up alot of my time.
my supervisior eventually rocks up, complains how little ive got done, and then gives me four cages of stock to refil the shop floor, at this point i've got no scanner, or login for said scanners, i'm totally unable to find out where anything goes, so i have to resort to wandering around a store going through a refit trying to find where each product goes, and because of the refit, none of it makes any sense, some butter is in the meat fridge, theres toilet paper in the soft drinks isle, tampons next to the veg.
this is the next 6 hours of my shift, i complain about this to the duty manager, and am snapped at that “i've been here two weeks, i should know what i'm doing” i haven't, its been two and a half shifts, and again, i do have a rough idea of what i'm supposed to be doing. its NOT what i have been railroaded into doing for the last 6 hours. pretty defeated i now go on an hours unpaid break.
i do some thinking during this hour and i'm pretty sure i'm done, so i reach out to my old boss and find out my old position is still open, but i want to give this another chance, so i do.
after my break i go down to the warehouse. someone has wedged some bottled drinks into a corner against a pillar and more stock, i can't get the pallet truck under the pallet, so i start trying to move other stock, with the intention of creating more room so i can get the drinks i need out, my supervisor decides this will take too long and wants me to wedge a single prong of the pallet truck under the pallet and move it like that. whatever, i do it.
WELL, the pallets are split pallets, two little tray things, moving it like this drags the first pallet and stock out, but not the second pallet, the box splits at the bottom and i see it happen and manage to grab and hold the box to stop hundreds of drinks spilling everywhere and rolling everywhere, including deep under piled up stock cages. my supervisor tells me to hold it, and he'll get help.
i waited for twenty five minutes and nobody came back, it was pretty clear at this point that they gave absolutely zero fucks about me or my impression of the company, so eventually i gave up, let go, drinks rolled absolutely fucking everywhere, under pallets several deep, under cages several deep, under the bakery stock section, everywhere.
i stood back, admired the mess for a second, then grabbed my water bottle, walked out of the warehouse, upstairs, through the staff room to my locker, got my bag, threw it over my shoulder, clocked out and left without saying a word.
i walked across town to my old workplace because they where still open, met with my old boss and asked for my job back, i got it.
by the time the job i left realized i was gone, two and a half hours later, i'd walked across town to my old job, got it back and then all the way home, and had my feet up with a cider after a nice warm shower while waiting for a pizza. needless to say i didn't bother answering that phone call.
thanks antiwork for inspiring me to stick up for my self worth and motivating me to not stand for the disrespect and bullshit i tolerated today.