My auto shop is a miserable place to work with miserable management. I live about fifteen minutes from the store and will routinely work an hour or two past my shift to help the manager close up and tally cash sale receipts (we were mainly wholesale so the cash receipts were a small portion of the sales and had to be tallied by hand), as take out the trash, prep and stage the first deliveries for the next morning, as well as sweep the storefront.
I don’t mind doing these things because I get a little overtime out of it, get in the good graces of the manager (or so I think), and being that even though my drive home is short, staying a little late and letting traffic die down is fine with me.
One morning I walk in at about 9:07, when my shift was scheduled to start at 9 AM. I don’t see what the big issue was since I have been staying late every day for months helping my manager close the store.
If he had said something along the lines of “Hey, you’re late and I know you worked long yesterday, but let’s still get here on time.”
But that isn’t what he says. He flies off the handle.
Manager: “You need to work your schedule! We have schedules for a reason. You need to be at work for the schedule that I made for you!”
Well… since I had been staying late for months to help him close the store (it’s against policy to not have at least two people in the store at a time) despite it not being “on my schedule”, this rubbed me the wrong way. I convince myself that instead of causing a scene and yelling, I will just do EXACTLY what he says.
5:30 PM rolls around (we close at 6 PM) and I stand in front of the computer until it hits 5:30 exactly, clock out, and start walking towards the door.
Manager: “Where are you going?!”
Me: “Home.”
Manager: “What? Why? Who is going to help me close the store tonight?”
Me: “I don’t know, but you made it very clear I was to “work my schedule”. So, I get off at 5:30, it’s now 5:30, and I’m going home.”
And I walk out. The next morning, I get there at 8:55 and just stand in front of the computer until it hits 9:00. Phones ringing? Too bad, my shift hasn’t started. Deliveries need to go out? Sorry, I’m not on the clock yet.
I clock in at 9:00, and then clock out at 5:30. Same conversation as the day before about who was going to help him close.
The third morning I walk in, and he waits for me to clock in, then pulls me aside to talk to me.
Manager: “You know, I think we can overlook a few minutes in the morning if you stay and help me close.”
Me: “Oh, interesting. I thought I was supposed to just work my schedule.”
Manager: “Yeah, well, I guess we can overlook that.”
I had very few problems with this manager after that little exchange.
I know that this was by no means my finest moment in terms of being a well-adjusted adult. Was I late? Yes. Was my response petty? Yes. Would I handle it the same way now over a decade later? Hopefully not!