Cold Brew!
I actually don’t recall much about drinking this one; I was in a foul mood all day and didn’t really give much attention to anything except just kind of being a bitch. I’m honestly surprised I didn’t get any complaints at work about people upset I was, well if I’m being honest, practically throwing their groceries into their bags. I probably, at the very least, horribly bruised someone’s pears or something. Yeah, pretty unprofessional of me.
It was honestly just the result of a bunch of stuff. My best friend, at work and outside of work, Bobbi put in her two weeks notice a few days ago; I’ve been working with her for over a year now – for those who don’t know, we were hired together at Dollarama for the same position and trained together and supported one another as we dealt with the drama/poor management there. And when the company decided to reduce both of our hours from a full 40 a week to down to >20 without ANY notice we both quit within the same week and were hired at Sobeys together. Sadly, she lost her roommate a few months ago and now cannot afford the house she lives in so she’s moving back to the small town just outside of the city where she grew up for, at a minimum, the summer to work/save and regroup. So that obviously upset me.
And then add on top of that the frustration of watching cashier after fucking cashier, all of which I trained, getting promoted to supervisors is so frustrating. It’s not that they aren’t qualified; because they all are and they all deserve the promotion. I’m just frustrated that not only do I never receive recognition for the work I do but I’ve been at my store since before we even opened to the public, have a much more open availability than the people they’re hiring and have the experience from past jobs, unlike the people they are promoting. I just feel so overlooked. I’m the kind of person that, at work, needs to feel recognized for the work I do (even if that’s not by being promoted but just by being told I’m doing good work) and that craves the opportunity to continually grow and learn. I am not a cog.
The hardest part about leaving Dollarama was going from a position of authority (which I have ALWAYS had at any job I’ve worked) to a ground level position and, on top of that, not even being able to cross train within multiple departments.
I’m just fed up, and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s time for a change of pace. I don’t even know what that would be; another job? Maybe, but it’s intimidating knowing that I’d be going from above minimum wage (pretty significantly above minimum wage) pay to probably minimum wage or just over. To a new city? I’ve given it some thought; either moving back to Regina (though I really have nothing to go back to) or someplace even farther away…
All I know is that I feel I’m in a rut, and I need to fix that.
