Cutter's Log - Stardate 7002.22.11
Current Song - Ragdoll (The Four Seasons)

I am seriously thinking about quitting BP. Looks like I will if I find a better job soon.

I'm expected to do everything for everybody. That's not the way I should be doing my work over there. More job responsibilities have been handed to me, which can't be done in the time alotted. I'm having to pick up after the shift before me, which in turn doesn't help complete my things. I'm having to leave with plenty more to do. I shouldn't have to be doing half the things I am now doing. That, and no one seems to understand that we all need to pitch in and get that place clean. Getting the store clean is NOT JUST mine and Jess's responsibility.

I also had a huge beer rush right before 1:00 a.m. There is a new bar open down the street, which is pretty popular I guess. They all come crawling in and get their carry-out before the clock strikes one. Well, the main clock in the store is one of those analog clocks with the big hand and little hand. There is only a 12, 3, 6, and 9 on it. The big hand didn't point straight up yet on the 12. Just seconds after the rush, one of the Indians from 2nd shift comes running in the store and looking at the register journal. Turns out I sold a 12-pack 35 seconds after 1:00. I even had to turn down my barber away at 1:03 - after a long argument.

The night before I was told by 2nd shift to mop, sweep, vaccum the rugs and clean the countertops. I do 3 out of 4 every night. Then one Indian had to call the Indian owner (which happens to be his uncle) and confirm that this message was being sent to me.

I don't like it when I am being watched upon like that. What's weird is, I've done things that are against the rules that is being caught on camera - and nothing is ever said to me about it.

They only care about money and profit. Our sales have suffered since the new ownership change. Third shift's sales have been cut in half. We've lost regulars. We lost management. I've lost sanity. So has Jess.

I would like to find another job. And not one of those "temp" jobs, either. As you may know, I am picky about the kind of job I want to work at - I won't work for organizations that shove a rule book down your throat. That means no Wal-Mart Distribution Center for me. And I will not become a robot.

I've put in a lot toward trying to make the place look better. I brought customers back from the last Indian regime (Dave) and developed a carte blanche style of customer service. That's how I like it. But being treated the way I am now, for $7.50/hour, I just can't.

Want Ad's, here I come.

And before you comment, the Gazette is NOT looking for a sports writer.