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Originally Posted by Unregistered This is the most realistic post i have seen. As a now outsider looking in this sums up my time there perfectly! |
I feel your pain! Man, can you remember the anxiety of Sunday night? I could never get to sleep, cause my poor excuse for a city manager raped my lot on Saturday to cover another manager who didn't prepare properly for his weekend even though I was running 90 plus then she promises to get them to me first thing Monday morning. With nothing clean or useful on my lot and a office full of customers and calls. When I call for help, I have to sit and listen to her boss (Snelly) telling me I'm not prepared and that I should maybe have come in on Sunday to clean cars and get ready for the Monday?!? I muddle through the conversation knowing that he expected me to pack a few more hours into my 60 hour week, not saying what I'm thinking, I bite the bullet, hang up and listen to a few more BS managers and customers bitch and moan about how they made the reservation knowing full well they didn't and they're just trying to cover their sorry ass because the D is outta cars, but they're ok cause they dropped their "stuffed envelope" off to the body shop on Friday, not to mention the BS owner is unwilling to give up the free Durango Johnny Discount tossed him on Thursday to try out for the weekend. Then there's the rest of the week, the trepidation of going out "marketing" to clients who only really want to see you because of your donuts, which for the most part are stale because you couldn't get out on time due to the four deliveries you had to do and the 6 cars you had to bring to other branches because you were running a little fat at 95%. Then Friday comes along and you have to work your fourth Saturday in a row, cause you're trying to cut costs and you're salaried and the rest of the crew isn't. And after the rush, after all things are over and you've explained for the umpteenth time that the 19.99 weekend special is for the accent, not the durango you get the call telling you you didn't get the promo, all because Donnie Ecars has better numbers than you(which he doesn't nor ever did), and because he's more visible than you (Meaning he drinks with Snelly all the time.), and his lisp is just so darn cute and disarming! All this you know is bull, but you thank the city manager and vow to try harder next time, lock up the office and head home, hoping to make it there by 8 pm to sneak a peek at your child as she sleeps, kiss your wife and eat the cold dinner she set out for you then slumber off to bed because you gotta go back in tomorrow. So to you who says they know all and see all because they're still in the gig, know this: If high stress, little satisfaction or gratification, NO RESPECT!, and hours most people in 3rd world countries would laugh, not to mention dodging the million and a half daggers aimed at your back every day equals living the dream, you can have it! I think I'd rather work at Mcdonald's, the pay is better and they don't load you up on good corporate bull-ish.