May 25th

So, I've looked at my calendar, and the current plan is that 25 May will be my final day as an employee of the Home Depot. Unless shit, as it sometimes does, happens. Specifically, if I get brought into the office one more time to "talk about my attitude" or my performance, unless I'm being promoted or otherwise rewarded, I will cease to be an employee of the Home Depot.

At this point, I'm pretty much okay with people doing things wrong because it will create more work for me later, because I don't have a later to worry about. I'm okay with people doing things that are stupid because they will affect (effect?) the store's overstock or profit numbers, because... well... that has absolutely no bearing on my job whatsoever. I'm a stock monkey. Other than putting thigns on the shelf where they belong, I have no control over how much money the store makes. So I don't really care.

As long as nobody tells me I'm doing something wrong (which I don't. And I know that sounds arrogant, but it's true. At work, I'm all business. I know what I'm supposed to do, and I do it. Always, with less than one exception in any given three-month period. And even in that uncommon circumstance, the thing I "do" wrong is to not cleanup after some other lazy bastard or to not correct someone else's mistake. If somebody thinks I'm doing it wrong, they don't know how it ought to be done. If I'm not absolutely certain I'm doing it right, I seek advice from my supervisor), I don't care what happens. But pretty much the next argument I get into with the Night Ops Manager will be the end of my career.

As much as I would like to remain here for the next couple of weeks and get paid for my two weeks vacation, it's not worth taking any more crap from incompetent superiors. Next time I say I'm looking for a job, somebody remind me that working for somebody else for a living blows. And by that I mean manual labor, not having a job. Some more interesting blogging later today after I get home from work.

Quitting my job

So before I get a hundred e-mails asking me what I mean by "unemployed soon," here it is. I'm quitting my job next month, mostly because I don't like working for a racist black dude with a Napolean complex.

Things at the Home Despot have been up and down for the past year or so, but only since the recent changes in the command structure have I really hated going to work every day. And now they've changed my schedule so I'm working Sunday through Thursday. F*@# that, says I. Initially, I was just going to keep showing up Monday through Friday until they either took the hint or fired me. Then I decided to try and use up my vacation.

So I put in for two weeks in the middle of May. If I get them, cool. Those will be my last two weeks. I've already told my supervisor I'm leaving, and everybody else there can pretty much eat pooh. If I don't get them, I'm going to cash out my vacation on May 20, and those will still be my last two weeks. If they won't let me cash out, and my vacation doesn't get approved, then I'll get fired on or about May 20 and then by law they have to pay me for it (I'm not real sure of that).

So that's pretty much the plan as of now. Have fun. Drink safe.