First of all, I want to wish everyone a warm Happy Holidays.
But I want to cry because this holiday season (heck-- the entire year) has been nothing but bad things happening to me and my family. It starts off with my son having some mental problems and was sent to a mental hospital out of state for treatment. He's been there almost a year now. I really miss having him around. During one of the trips I made down there to see him, I blew both head gaskets out of my car. Someone offered to fix it for me if I buy the parts, but he got it all apart, replaced the gaskets, started to put the car back together and quit working on it. Ended up getting another vehicle, didn't realize it was a totaled- and rebuilt- vehicle and it kept breaking down on me. Had a little luck with a car lot that took that vehicle and gave me a 92 Blazer S-10 that I'm currently driving now.
But wait-- this gets better and better.
Through all this, my stress levels keep getting higher and higher. Have a supervisor at work that thinks that by pushing my buttons will make me work faster. All it has succeeded in doing is making me cry. We lost another supervisor recently because she is trying to move up in the company.
And now this brings me to this past week. Last Saturday (the 18th) was informed that an extended family member was injured in a semi accident. He passed away on Wednesday. Was asking if I could have the night after the funeral off because of emotional overload (which is New Year's eve- so I was asking for Friday night off-- didn't know about the date when I asked). Was told no. The same supervisor keeps pushing me to the overload point. Christmas Eve, I was pulled into the office and told that they are coaching me for not wearing an apron on the floor (I know everyone has seen them-- I work overnights at Wal-Mart) and absences (I only missed 4 days in a 6-month period). Told them why I wasn't wearing that apron because of safety issues. Have even addressed the issue before this, and no one listened to the hazard of wearing them. The absences, they act like I have to be there and forgo helping my family when they need it. Wal-Mart is all important, my family has to take second place to them. This coaching consists of what they call a Decision-making day. Basically, I have to take Monday night off, write a paragraph on what I need to do to change my behavior, and they will decide if I can keep working there or not. What a Christmas present. I'm so depressed, I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I feel like I've hit the bottom of the barrel and went through the bottom 25 feet.
The one child I still have at home is accepting of my decisions, though I know she is just as upset about all of this as I am. Right now, I'm trying to figure out what to write in this paragraph, even though I have the feeling that when I go in on Tuesday night, I won't have a job. I do have a back-up plan in case that happens that will buy me some time while I look for another job.
Sorry for all of this, I needed to get this off my chest. I can't stop crying now, knowing how I've let my kids down on this holiday season. After working for Wal-Mart for over 4years now, I firmly believe that they really don't care about anything but lining their own pockets. It used to be they would push "Family First", but not anymore. At least at the store I work in.
But I want to cry because this holiday season (heck-- the entire year) has been nothing but bad things happening to me and my family. It starts off with my son having some mental problems and was sent to a mental hospital out of state for treatment. He's been there almost a year now. I really miss having him around. During one of the trips I made down there to see him, I blew both head gaskets out of my car. Someone offered to fix it for me if I buy the parts, but he got it all apart, replaced the gaskets, started to put the car back together and quit working on it. Ended up getting another vehicle, didn't realize it was a totaled- and rebuilt- vehicle and it kept breaking down on me. Had a little luck with a car lot that took that vehicle and gave me a 92 Blazer S-10 that I'm currently driving now.
But wait-- this gets better and better.
Through all this, my stress levels keep getting higher and higher. Have a supervisor at work that thinks that by pushing my buttons will make me work faster. All it has succeeded in doing is making me cry. We lost another supervisor recently because she is trying to move up in the company.
And now this brings me to this past week. Last Saturday (the 18th) was informed that an extended family member was injured in a semi accident. He passed away on Wednesday. Was asking if I could have the night after the funeral off because of emotional overload (which is New Year's eve- so I was asking for Friday night off-- didn't know about the date when I asked). Was told no. The same supervisor keeps pushing me to the overload point. Christmas Eve, I was pulled into the office and told that they are coaching me for not wearing an apron on the floor (I know everyone has seen them-- I work overnights at Wal-Mart) and absences (I only missed 4 days in a 6-month period). Told them why I wasn't wearing that apron because of safety issues. Have even addressed the issue before this, and no one listened to the hazard of wearing them. The absences, they act like I have to be there and forgo helping my family when they need it. Wal-Mart is all important, my family has to take second place to them. This coaching consists of what they call a Decision-making day. Basically, I have to take Monday night off, write a paragraph on what I need to do to change my behavior, and they will decide if I can keep working there or not. What a Christmas present. I'm so depressed, I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I feel like I've hit the bottom of the barrel and went through the bottom 25 feet.
The one child I still have at home is accepting of my decisions, though I know she is just as upset about all of this as I am. Right now, I'm trying to figure out what to write in this paragraph, even though I have the feeling that when I go in on Tuesday night, I won't have a job. I do have a back-up plan in case that happens that will buy me some time while I look for another job.
Sorry for all of this, I needed to get this off my chest. I can't stop crying now, knowing how I've let my kids down on this holiday season. After working for Wal-Mart for over 4years now, I firmly believe that they really don't care about anything but lining their own pockets. It used to be they would push "Family First", but not anymore. At least at the store I work in.
