u/jaimathom

Obviously its bugging me...but I defintely don't feel bad about the whole thing really...there are only two things I am going to miss about being an employee and they are 1) the discount and 2) helping the customers with their various projects and vibing with them.

So let me start from the beginning, I will try to keep this as concise as possible; please bear with me if I go off the rails a bit. I had lurked on this sub for well over a year before I decided to apply to Mike's. I've heard all of your stories of mayhem and disturbances and how grossly mismanaged the company was. I wasn't too keen on the idea of working for Mike's, but I figured..."just keep it neutral. Mind your own business. Always remember you are in for the pocket money. God knows I spend enough damn money in that place to begin with...so might as well use the hell out of the employee discount. So I applied, was hired three months ago. I was offered front end, cleaning person, or framing associate. I chose the framing position because I figured if I was gonna be there, I might as well learn a new skill. I was told upon my hire that the shop was very behind. VERY behind. I would be joining the framining manager who was also pretty new. The third person working with us had worked there for awhile....pretty well seasoned. Did good work, etc. I was excited to do this...the framing thing. The GM was also pretty new. He had gotten his position just a few months before my arrival...and boy-oh-boy...it didn't take me longer than a few shifts to realize that this poor guy had bitten off way more than anyone can chew. So I was scheduled to work nights. So no production for me...just wrapping and calling. I decided to be patient. Certainly, my production training would start...right? WRONG. The first spiraling of my well-intentioned foray into Mike's...framing manager was subjected to a flasher in the clearance aisle. I know she was shocked by this; but I don't know how seriously if affected her. A few weeks go by...we learn that the more seasoned of our team of three was leaving to take an internship for his degree. So now there is just me and her. Around this time, I am asked by one of the management team in passing if I'd like more hours. I was like: hmmmm...lemme think on it. A few days later, I mention this to another one of the management team. She says: oh well, you know....its gonna be just you now. JUST ME?!?! I HAVE ZERO TRAINING! Everyone knows this. Like, everyone. I can design...I can consult...I figured out DesignHub on my damn own. I have ZERO construction training. What is going on? Apparently, my framing manager was taking an extended leave of absence. No idea or information on her return or whatever. NOW, there is ZERO production going on in the shop. Things are piling up like a mofo. People are angry! Every day there are tons of calls, customers demanding answers. My GM is now doing ALL of the production. I ask him: hey...can I get some training on this shit so we don't die here? He doesn't have the time. There is a brief conversation of sending me to another store....I don't drive...so this is a problem...Can someone from another store come to ours and teach me? He said he will try to make that happen....the next day, I go to work and I'm like flipping out from the level of chaos in that shop. Frames are piling up..workload is ridiculous. I mention how crazy this whole operation is to the closing manager. I say to her: I've gotta talk to the GM again. Now she tells me, in a whisper: He is gone. GONE? As in fired? She says yes. Okay...so now, it is apparent that my continued employment as the sole framing associate will most certainly entail me being "THE FALL GUY" for a horribly mismanaged store and insance corporation. So I take a deep breath, go over to fabric and start to tidy it up because I find it rather soothing. Store closes for the night. My husband picks me up, we go to Chili's for drink. I tell him: Baby, dont be surprised if I just quit this place. He says no doubt. Im due in the next moring from 9 till 5. Saturday before mother's day. Its gonna be bananas and surely will not be staffed well enough to handly that level of chaos. So I called the store at 7, asked to speak to a manager, and told them that I am quitting effective immediately. She was very sweet about it. I'm sure she understands. Afterward, I texted my now former GM and told him that I had heard about what happened and I saw what they did to him. That he deserves so much better. At least I have his reference. THE END.

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! Cascarilla should be literally a solid $100 for that little ketchup cup thing

Just want to get this off of my chest and vent a little bit....(my quitting story)