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My current work, that is. I've just had it with our bosses. Today, I tried to reasonably talk to one of them, providing valid points as to why it's impossible to work a 12-hour shift with one person working 12, other 10 and third - 6 hours. More precisely, why it's impossible to have all three people working 6 hours at the same time. It's either six hours for three people and 2 hours for one person alone in the entire store (MAJOR thief attraction) or 9 hours for two and 3 hours for three people. My boss? Tried to prove me my math skillz are EXTREMELY faulty and that it is, in fact, possible for three people to work 6 hours simultaneously AND have two people working for the rest of the time.
So shed your GREAT light on me, Nadya, and tell me how EXACTLY that works. 'cause my math must have come from another plane of existence since I can't understand how this can be pulled off.
Also, imagine the gall of these people? Yesterday they told us they'd come to our shop at 12 AM. This morning? It dropped to 2 PM. At 2 PM? Gala called them to inquire their whereabouts. Turns out they'll be at 3 PM. Okay, fine, so they're in Jurmala and have to drive all the way to Riga. Traffic can be a bitch on that road, so yeah, I can believe that.
Guess what time they showed up? 4-fucking-PM.
Two people who were off work today spent four hours in our shop waiting for the bosses to show, with Tanya having to be home at half past four because her sick kid would be brought in from hospital at around five (and her husband was at work so there was no one home) and our bosses kept us there for - you probably guessed it - an entire hour.
This is not to mention all the laws they've broken. I can name four right off the top of my head and maybe some others if I sit down and really dig into it.
The minute I get my papers back, I'm putting a number of authorities on their sorry asses.
Point one and the most grave: Envelope salary. State Revenue Service will love this and will pounce on it like it's gold.
Point two: Announcing that the payment will be a week late on the evening of the day before the payday when that should've been announced a week prior to the payday.
Point three: Cutting our working hours in half without rewriting our contract and giving it us to sign.
Point three A: Trying to force these shortened hours on us right away instead of within a month from the day they've announced these changes and given us a contract to sign.
Point four: Taking my passport to make a copy of it without me being present and without giving me the copy to sign it and confirm it with "This copy was made in my presence, Signed - suchandsuch".
Point five: Writing my name and ID number incorrectly on my job contract (How the fuck is THAT even possible when you have it written down in a computer print on a copy of a passport?) and making me sign it (They say the information's been fixed, but I've never seen it myself) AND not giving me my copy of the contract. Seriously now. I only saw those papers for those ten minutes in which I read them through and signed them.
Point six: Withholding our orders. Come the fuck on! Some of us are waiting an entire month to sign the papers, pay for the stuff and start using it. My previous boss? Had these orders processed within a day. You could call her in the morning and by the evening you had the papers for signing and could walk home with the thing you've purchased with 25% discount.
Point seven: Lousy attitude. In translation of their untold views that I managed to pick up from in-between the lines: 'You've been working here for only three months therefore you're incompetent to judge the situation' and 'Your youth maximalism denies you clear look on the entire situation therefore your opinions are wrong'. Bitch, my 'youth maximalism' gives me a VERY clear view on things. I can tell when someone's trying to fuck with our group and spare some money on our account.
Point seven A: Complete lack of respect and age discrimination. "You view it from the point of youth maximalism. You can't see the entire picture." Almost word-per-word quote, that. Youth maximalism, my ass. All I used on her was math, a careful analysis of the situation, the location of our shop, our clientele, and logic. I'm not the one looking at the world through pink glasses. I grew up in a way that allowed for no maximalism of any kind, and here I get some random Russian bitch (who hasn't managed to learn Latvian in the 50 years she's spent living in my country, do tell me if that's possible in ANY other country - acting like learning the official language is optional and getting away with it) telling me that I know nothing of life just because I call her on her bullshit. I call things by their real names, and if I dare to tell my boss that she's wrong, well guess what? She IS wrong. Horribly so, even.
I'm sure I could find something else to add, but this is already a shitload of crap to dig through. Oh, I'll be cackling like a madwoman when I set the authorities on their tails.
Fitting song FTFW~.
So shed your GREAT light on me, Nadya, and tell me how EXACTLY that works. 'cause my math must have come from another plane of existence since I can't understand how this can be pulled off.
Also, imagine the gall of these people? Yesterday they told us they'd come to our shop at 12 AM. This morning? It dropped to 2 PM. At 2 PM? Gala called them to inquire their whereabouts. Turns out they'll be at 3 PM. Okay, fine, so they're in Jurmala and have to drive all the way to Riga. Traffic can be a bitch on that road, so yeah, I can believe that.
Guess what time they showed up? 4-fucking-PM.
Two people who were off work today spent four hours in our shop waiting for the bosses to show, with Tanya having to be home at half past four because her sick kid would be brought in from hospital at around five (and her husband was at work so there was no one home) and our bosses kept us there for - you probably guessed it - an entire hour.
This is not to mention all the laws they've broken. I can name four right off the top of my head and maybe some others if I sit down and really dig into it.
The minute I get my papers back, I'm putting a number of authorities on their sorry asses.
Point one and the most grave: Envelope salary. State Revenue Service will love this and will pounce on it like it's gold.
Point two: Announcing that the payment will be a week late on the evening of the day before the payday when that should've been announced a week prior to the payday.
Point three: Cutting our working hours in half without rewriting our contract and giving it us to sign.
Point three A: Trying to force these shortened hours on us right away instead of within a month from the day they've announced these changes and given us a contract to sign.
Point four: Taking my passport to make a copy of it without me being present and without giving me the copy to sign it and confirm it with "This copy was made in my presence, Signed - suchandsuch".
Point five: Writing my name and ID number incorrectly on my job contract (How the fuck is THAT even possible when you have it written down in a computer print on a copy of a passport?) and making me sign it (They say the information's been fixed, but I've never seen it myself) AND not giving me my copy of the contract. Seriously now. I only saw those papers for those ten minutes in which I read them through and signed them.
Point six: Withholding our orders. Come the fuck on! Some of us are waiting an entire month to sign the papers, pay for the stuff and start using it. My previous boss? Had these orders processed within a day. You could call her in the morning and by the evening you had the papers for signing and could walk home with the thing you've purchased with 25% discount.
Point seven: Lousy attitude. In translation of their untold views that I managed to pick up from in-between the lines: 'You've been working here for only three months therefore you're incompetent to judge the situation' and 'Your youth maximalism denies you clear look on the entire situation therefore your opinions are wrong'. Bitch, my 'youth maximalism' gives me a VERY clear view on things. I can tell when someone's trying to fuck with our group and spare some money on our account.
Point seven A: Complete lack of respect and age discrimination. "You view it from the point of youth maximalism. You can't see the entire picture." Almost word-per-word quote, that. Youth maximalism, my ass. All I used on her was math, a careful analysis of the situation, the location of our shop, our clientele, and logic. I'm not the one looking at the world through pink glasses. I grew up in a way that allowed for no maximalism of any kind, and here I get some random Russian bitch (who hasn't managed to learn Latvian in the 50 years she's spent living in my country, do tell me if that's possible in ANY other country - acting like learning the official language is optional and getting away with it) telling me that I know nothing of life just because I call her on her bullshit. I call things by their real names, and if I dare to tell my boss that she's wrong, well guess what? She IS wrong. Horribly so, even.
I'm sure I could find something else to add, but this is already a shitload of crap to dig through. Oh, I'll be cackling like a madwoman when I set the authorities on their tails.
Fitting song FTFW~.
