I recently quit a cook position at the local pizza hut. The pay wasn't great, but I liked the drivers and we had a decent enough comradery.
The manager was the problem. She wouldn't step up to help anyone, not to cut a pizza, not to fry wings, not even to help ring someone up, and certainly not to help the only cook (me) when they were 15 orders behind and drowning in the weeds. No, she would rather sit in the office and watch NCIS or sleep, when everyone else is busting ass.
Yesterday was a day off for me. I get a text at about 5.30 local time, with one word: “ETA?”
I ignore it. Maybe she meant to send it to someone else.
7.30 hits. “You're getting a write up for today. You need to have (training videos) done before you clock in this week.”
I'm fucking done. You don't call me on my day off. You don't text me on my day off. And you certainly don't try to issue disciplinary measures to me on my day off.
I sent her this little gem:
“Schedule said I was off today, and even if I wasn't it's bad form to try contacting someone halfway through what a hastily put together text says their shift is.
Don't bother with the write up, because effective immediately I quit. I can't work for someone who would rather let their cooks drown in the weeds than step up and help them. That's not a mark of leadership.”
I know it's petty, but I feel good.