Updates for Monday, November 10th [2003]

More Troubles for Thomas

11/10/2003

DEAR SIRS & MADAMS,

Ms. Everson pulled me aside at work today, to reprimand me for having recently performed poorly. It is my understanding that my accomplishment of having even tills, keeping adequate records, and performing general upkeep of the Pantry is sufficient labour and worthy of praise, but Ms. Everson seems to think otherwise.

Ms. Everson: I'm really tired of you questioning me all the time. I do what I'm told to by MY boss, and I'm YOUR boss, so you do what I tell you to. You're not going to be working here much longer if you don't.

Me: I do understand that Ms. Everson, but is not my teller's till always correct in the amount of dollars and coin & do I not accordingly sweep the halls when there is a spill and keep the store in courteous upkeep?

Ms. Everson: Oh yeah, but that's not the problem, any monkey can clean and hand back change. Three times you've questioned me about our ID policy. Twice you've GIVEN customers merchandise.

Me: ... I was not aware at the time that we had a no bartering for goods policy...

Ms. Everson: And I should've fired you then. You even had the gall to yell at me once about taxes of all things! And I can't tell the countless number of times I've caught you on camera reading instead of cleaning something.

Me: But, did you not just agree that I kept the Pantry clean for customers? I enjoy reading and if there is nary a customer or a thing to do that is necessary or ready, is it not okay to read a little? It is sometimes my only chance, since you lately have been reaching me by telephone to work for some deliquent coworkers, like Dina and Terry.

Ms. Everson: See? This is the kind of backtalk I'm talking about. I'm tired of the bullshit. You come in for other people when they're sick or running a few minutes late, and they come in for you. It's a deal we have between us.

Me: But I always come in on time and definitely stay in health enough not to call in sick twice a week as Dina does...

Ms. Everson: Let ME worry about who does what work and who doesn't, if we need people we need people, and when I call I expect you to answer, how is it my fault if I have to? I'm just doing MY job. YOU should worry about doing your own work, and less about MY job. I don't want to catch you reading or talking to your customers again. I don't want to catch you arguing with me about the Health code standards, breaks, your pay, the EEOC chart, OR ID's! You always check ID's, you always abide by the rules on that chart, and you always listen to me. Are we at an understanding Tom? If we're not, I can fire you now and go find a monkey that knows when NOT to ask questions.

Me: No, no, I understand...

The whole event has put a looming despair on my day. But I did get paid, and I was even more disturbed. This paycheck was pay for, according to their records and my own, 52 hours over the course of 2 weeks. I get paid $6.90 an hour. My pay should be $358.80. I knew to expect taxes from the last paycheck, but not the kinds I had taken. My pay I had to take back home with me to Daniel was a mere $292.54. That's monies on the order of $66.26 taxed away, direct from my income, easily a quarter of my pay. I'm really rather disgusted by this. Then, when I got home, Daniel insisted on $260, a full $26 more than what we had agreed would be due to him. He said he needed to borrow it, as he was taking a trip up with his fellows to a place called the Spirit Mountain to invest in a new mechanism called "slots". I did not quite understand what this was, but he spoke as if it was some great investment opportunity, and promised me the remainder due if he bears success.

What troubled me was later in the evening, around 6:23pm (my ability to tell the exactness of time amazes me, with so many accurate digital clocks and everything to refer to, it is a wonder that anyone might ever be late). I got a call from Miss C., who insists I refer to her as Natalie, as we did not meet up again as we have for the last couple of weeks, at the local library, so she used the telephone to see how I was doing. We spoke for some time, about trivial things and about our shared love for reading and history, she told me more of her problems with other teachers, which I reassurred here were troubles not worth troubling over. Then I brought up to her where Daniel had gone and found out that this "Spirit Mountain" was a gambling house, and that this "slots" was a game where one gambles against a machine! These kinds of areas always bred filth in my time, the French had for years considered banning such houses, I'm sure they would've in another 10 years or so. In a world which furnishes so many employments which are useful, so many which are amusing, it is our own fault if we ever know what ennui is, or if we are ever driven to the miserable resources of gaming, which corrupts our dispositions, and teaches us a habit of hostility against all mankind. Needless to say, I was very disappointed to find this out, and Daniel's actions concern me. He does lodge me here and he does say that my fair share of the rent is much higher than what I have given him today, I suppose he may be right, but $32 is not much money to subsist on for two week's time, at the least not in this age with it's prices & I find it especially disheartening that he might take that kind of time to gamble instead of making occassion for the fellow he lives with.

Your's affectionately,

- TH. Jefferson

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