I finally got a job. When I went to the orientation after I was hired I found out that it was minimum wage pay!! First uh oh/disadvantage. Then I started working. The first couple of days I had to walk, an hour, across town, cross a busy intersection to get there.
I liked the woman I first worked with though she complained alot and let me know that she definately did not like working there.. Then I met the guy I would be working with everyday. He seemed intelligent, but he too complained about everyone working there and everything about working there. I had to go to lunch in the small breakroom with him which was very quiet so I had the pleasure of listening to him slurp his noodles '"everyday'"!!!! And he would eat very fast then later he would be belching loudly!
The general manager is a lesbian and I didn't feel comfortable with her. Not just because of that but because of her personality. She would come in the backroom yelling, and talk pervertly to another girl who would laugh. I couldn't believe some of the things that were said by her and the guy that I had to work with. 2nd disadvantage. I felt very uncomfortable alot of the times I worked there.. I was hit on by another manager. He was nice but the last thing that I needed.
There were no boundaries, respect or organization of any kind at this place... Then the last thing that made me say "Enough" was they cut hours because "Corporate spend money they didn't have, = so the little people have to pay for their mistake while they still get their vacation, new car whatever!!!!!!! But they didn't cut everyones hours like they said, only certain people!!!!!! At a meeting they said our hours wouldn't go lower then 30. A week later I have only 28hrs, then another week later 25hr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3rd disadvantage I can't afford to pay child care with this.. Oh and too our schedules are all different. The guy and girl that I work with were also my ride to work,,, but since they change the schedule I would have to walk 4th disadvantage.,., walk across town for an hour for minimum wage to only work 4hrs.
I know I shouldn't be complaining and be thankful I had a job nowadays but it was ridiculous, uncomfortable, disrespectful, unorganized with no boundaries that just made my anxiety go through the roof...
The main reason I'm writing is that all through this my job counselor from VESID, which is an agency that works with people with disabilities. Well I told her what was going on and that I needed her to look for me another job and she said this:: Pamela.. the last time we spoke you were going to address your supervisor with the need to change your schedule and to see how you can get more hours. I have not heard back from you since.. and no.. i am not looking for another job for you because I did not know you are looking and can't even begin to update your resume without information on what your current job does.......... so you will need to call me?
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No, you SHOULD feel free to complain. After all, all your workmates were doing it! But, no place should be so bad as to elicit complaints from everyone, right? Sounds like shoddy management. And all for minimum wage.
VESID sounds like Texas Rehab Commission. I went to TRC several times after trying a number of jobs that didn't work out. I had been diagnosed with schizophrenia and major depression, I was very sick at the time, and could barely manage to drag myself out of the house. However, I was living with my parents and they demanded that I go out every day and put in an application some place. When I told them TRC was looking for the "right job" for me, the pressure let up.
They did a psychological workup and IQ test and all of that. They met with me several times to define what kind of job I wanted to try. I said: mental health workshop-type of job, shelving books at the library, data entry, assembly line, sacking groceries, etc. There were several jobs I told them (non-negotiable) that I would absolutely NOT do. One was waitressing.
So what did my counselor do? She told me she had the perfect job for me: "hostessing." I really had no idea what that was, but it sounded wrong because I was extremely socially uncomfortable. It turned out to be, you guessed it, a waitressing job. Then when I refused, my counselor went onto orbit about how she could not believe how ungrateful I was, that she had been "working up this job" for months and finally had the employer hooked on hiring a disabled person. Still, it was not a job I had asked for or wanted. She refused to find me anything else unless I at least "had the guts to try this one." I left and never went back. I wrote a letter of complaint to her supervisor and never got a reply.
I went on to find a sweet job housesitting with an 87-yr-old women with COPD. We sat and watched soap operas and I would drive her to lunch somewhere (she paid for my meals) and did light housework. They only paid me $6.25hr but it was close enough to where I lived that I could walk to work. I worked 40hrs a week and it was the perfect job for me. She died after 8 months, which was sad, but I left with a little solid job history to my credit. I went on to sack groceries and clean bathrooms at a local grocery store. Both good, honest work.
Thank You Judy for replying. I thought I was the only one that this would happen to. I find it hard to believe but then not that a person would be in a career that's suppose to help and listen to people, with a disability, and they just don't Listen!!!
Waitressing is something I will absolutely Not do too!!! There's too many rude ungrateful people out there.. Thank you again. Take care.
Sorry.,., Donna..
I really do appreciate you replying..
For all you waitresses out there -- don't get me wrong. I have NOTHING agianst waitressing. It is a fine job for anyone who can do it. I just can't. I can stand on my feet all day -- I"ve done that before. But my mind feels like it's being "tricked" somehow when I look at menus and ingredients and numbers and try to recall who ordered what. To me, it is a highly skilled job and I was definitely not up to that. At the time, I couldn't even keep my place in a conversation or remember what the first part of my own sentence was, much less make sense of food orders!