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It's still happening...
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It's still happening... Anyone who has been following my blog since spring 2015 or earlier will know my prior job before my current one, the tills at work always would come up short and we always had to pay out of pocket to make them right and it made me so mad. A girl that lives up the street from us, my mom was sitting on the porch this past summer (I haven't been at that job since July 2015), and the girl came home and she was yelling so loud about how she was so sick of paying money back cause the tills were coming up short. We knew she worked there. So yeah, apparently it's still going on. Cause one of my mom's worries (cause she's a big worrier) is it would magically stop when I quit, even though I wasn't the one doing it. But nope still going on. I still maintain it's the store manager's wife who manages the office and has the store to herself every morning for an hour or more and she takes the tills in the back where there's no cameras to "recount" everything. Uh huh. We count everything when we close the store. Plus they were always saying they had no money but yet take 2 vacations a year. Of course can't prove it and if you would suggest that, might as well dig your own grave. If the owner wasn't such an ass I'd have went to him, but honestly he doesn't deserve it if he can't come to the conclusion on his own. I'm just glad I'm not there, am thankful for the job I have now, also that it is still going on. Not to the innocent employees it's affecting, but not that I left and all of a sudden it stopped ya know? But if the owner were smart he would have it looked into. But he's not. Those in position of power normally aren't. A quote from the movie Ever After comes to my mind "A country's character is defined by its "everyday rustics", as you call them. They are the legs you stand on and that position demands respect." Same can be said for an owner and what he thinks of his employees. I sent an Angel to watch over you last night, it returned in a hurry. I asked why, it said "Angels can't watch porn." Thanks for fucking traumatizing my fucking Angel! Don't bother trying to figure me out. Not even the little voices in my head understand me. It's pointless! |
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in this day and age, I would think that one could either photograph the count at the end of the night, or video it with a phone and play it back the next day when it magically didn't come out right. I would then call the police. Embrace the suck
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