Jason was working yesterday, but not in my department. Yesterday I prepared the lids with the proper PLU stickers and prepared for closing. The lids were in two equal piles and all labeled. I washed the utensils. A customer asked for more product and so I helped him access the product even after I had closed off the bar. Then I noticed that the lid he was using had no label and I suggested he use one that had the PLU on it. Someone had taken half the pile from the front, added it to the back pile, and placed a few inches of lids with no label to the front pile. Interesting, I don’t think such an oversight as forgetting to add PLU’s to lids would get me fired, but I suppose such oversights might add up.
Colonel Mustard and his friends had resorted to a Keehner strategy as well. I was accused of harassment. I was the victim, not the perpetrator, and should have stuck around for the results of the “investigation.” Somehow they managed to ensure that the investigation was soooo complicated that they couldn’t manage to come up with a result many days after they promised me I would hear from corporate. They couldn’t manage to return a call either. Perhaps the name of the company should be mentioned too.
Colonel Mustard said that he knew that someone was stalking someone else on Facebook. It’s fascinating that this was the only lie I was accused of, and Colonel Mustard asked me on three different occasions to be my Facebook friend. I refused him. I have no one on my personal Facebook account, for safety reasons. My family are on my personal account. I admitted to writing the “No Alibi” document, and that I felt that “they were out to get me.”
Colonel Mustard tried to tell me that Tammy Campos was very difficult to work for. I wouldn’t know. I never really worked that closely with her, I was more of a peon than Colonel Mustard, but I knew he was full of shit when he told me she threw a hard hat. Tammy Campos doesn’t throw things. She doesn’t need to. All she has to do is point out the obvious; you, whoever you are, just disappointed yourself. Tammy Campos was told by the “investigators” that she couldn’t speak to me. Those who help survivors tend to find themselves victims. I have heard form survivors that they were uncomfortable asking for help because those who help them get hurt. Harassment campaigns are just too easy, and survivors loose support systems.
I was never given the opportunity to discuss my position with my accusers. My statement was so minimal. I had been collecting documentation of ridiculous harassment that could so easily be said to be stupidity. Stupidity like, the disappearing black pens. We were going through ten a week. If a black pen was not a part of the uniform, there would be no black pen to work with, for about a month. No problem. I know how to make a black pen a part of my uniform, so they upped the ante. After 6 years working in the same post, all of a sudden the only bathroom was a petri dish of piss. Everyday there was piss on the toilet seat, the toilet, and floor around it. Finally I gave in and cleaned it, but I added a request in the pass down. It was something along the lines of, “Please clean your own piss up off the floor.” Perhaps I used more tact because I was smart enough to know it needed to be tactful. They insisted I was falsely accusing them and said the smell was coming up through the floor drain from the sewer. I’m sure that was true. I have a picture of the floor drain. You might notice the sticky piss stain along the wall and running into the drain. Who would have thought that a pissing contest could be taken so literally? Etc. and so on. I will attach my pictures of the toilet and the drain.
I’m bored. Perhaps upping the ante would be more useful.