So, at a quarter till 3 today I hear my name on the intercom. It wasn’t a code 3. It wasn’t you have a call on line one. It wasn’t customer assistance. It wasn’t for a price check. It wasn’t for me to report to receiving.
It was none of the usual places they call me to be.
The intercom said, “Come to the classroom please.”
The classroom is often used as a conference room if there’s not a class or party going on it in. I’m not important enough to be needed in a conference.
My panicky little voice in the back of my head said, “this is bad.”
I went to the classroom.
The store manager was in there. So was the second in command, Lonnie (who I work directly under), and so was Vanessa, one of the assistant managers I work with a lot.
Ted, the store manager, told me to have a seat. Vanessa just looked at me. Lonnie closed the door behind me and stood by it with his arms crossed. Everyone looked very serious.
I sat down. My panicky little voice was a wreck repeating, “This is bad. Oh, this is bad. This can’t end well. What did you do? WHAT DI D YOU DO!?!”
Ted starts talking about how he knows I’ve been with the store for a while now. He said he knows I was part of the mass hire to build the new store and how I had been kept on. He told me how he knows I’m a hard worker and how everyone agrees I’m a hard worker.
He’s bragging about me too much.
I was thinking about Ted telling me two days ago, when I asked for a certain day off, that there were going to be some major changes in the store soon and how they would directly effect me. I remember that they’re recently hired 4 new people. I remember that I’ve been getting fewer hours than usual the past couple of week.
My panicky little voice in the back of my head had sat down and started crying.
My brain was already ticking off the places I can start applying too. One of the vets was hiring recently, maybe they still were.
Ted and Lonnie and Vanessa were all agreeing how I’m such a hard worker and how its great that I can multi-task and that they all appreciate what I do for the store.
I was waiting for the but. The big but. The but that would go....”BUT...we’re going to have to let you go.”
See, I’m a horrible pessimist. I can’t help myself.
But, being a pessimist like me you’re not as crushed when bad shit happens as you would be if you were an optimist.
It also means that when the bad shit DOESN’T happen, then you get a pleasant suprise and a high that lasts for a few hours.
I did not get fired.
What I got was promoted. Or the retail equivalent of promoted.
I got bumped from being ALMOST part time (30 - 35 hours a week) to being full time (40 hours). That means I’ll eventually (in about a year) start getting benefits, like paid vacation days and paid sick days!
Oh, and I get a raise too. He didn’t say how much, but he definitely said raise.
So, there, a little non-bitter post from me. Enjoy it, it doesn’t happen often.
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