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Fun Fact! Two Weeks Notice is not a REQUIREMENT in any sense of the word. It’s a nicety. A polite gesture, and only polite for the MANAGEMENT because THEY want time to find someone to replace you. They cannot withhold your last paycheck if you refuse to give two weeks notice, and they cannot force you to work the two weeks. Additionally, they cannot report that to any future employers who call them regarding your work history. In fact, they’re not allowed to comment on your performance AT ALL! Legally they are only allowed to confirm that you were an employee during the dates you list - anything else and they open themselves up to civil lawsuits in which they can be sued for damages for any number of reasons. So fuck Two Weeks Notice. if you work for a fucked company, they deserve to get fucked in return.
If you ever feel bad about not giving two weeks' notice, or like you're being unprofessional/unfair, think about this:
If your boss fired you, would they give YOU two weeks' notice? Or would they have you escorted out of the building then and there?
Anything they don't owe you, you don't owe them. Fuck 'em.
Oh these are therapeutic
I'd just like to add a classic:
Recently quit my job with a whole lot of fuckery going on surrounding it, but I wanted to be professional and give my two weeks instead they told me your done at the end of the current week. I had a coworker who I was quitting with who submitted their letter at the same time who was kept for the full two weeks they said they were staying. Fuck two weeks notice. Just get the fuck out when you’re ready and make sure you’re taken care of.
Okay somebody explain
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Appears to be people taking something that should be funny way to seriously too, which is normal.
mark's back monday
There was a paint store I worked at like 10 years ago, and from context I learned that there had recently been a change in management. By "from context," I mean something like half to 3/4 of cranky customers would say something along the lines of "this never happened back when Mike ran the place."
I was less familiar with the inner workings of retail than I am now, so I assumed it was the ol' it's-different-so-it-sucks thing going on. Yeah, we were always out of stock of our best products, but what could we do about it? The warehouses only sent us so much. And how could we know what the customer bought a month ago? It wasn't like we kept records. Oh, and I sure as heck didn't have the ability to negotiate contractor discounts, what were they trying to pull? I was a cashier, who also mixed paint because sometimes I was the only person onsite. The best I could do was give them a 25% discount if they paid for a store membership. The boss was always trying to get me to sell those memberships, too. Sometimes I did.
Anyway, a few months in I went to another store in the city to fill in for somebody's planned vacation. Guess who ran that place?
It was good ol' Mike.
(I knew the manager's name was Michael, but I didn't make the connection until I walked in and the entire goddamn atmosphere was different, like walking past a church when a wedding's going on.)
Now, I wasn't a bad retail employee. I was at times inflexible because of who I am, but I made an effort to treat everyone like that goddamn paint store visit would be the highlight of their day, so long as they agreed to see me as a human rather than a meat-powered color-mixing program. Perhaps this was why, when Mike saw me saying, "no, I'm sorry, I don't have the authority to do that," he took over for me and had me listen to him do the pitch. And then he brought me to the back to show me the price books.
Turns out, I _did_ have the authority to offer contractor discounts. Starting at fucking 40% off. He showed me the button in the POS system. And we'd still make a profit. (Paint markup is INSANE.) Because as Mike explained to me, membership cards don't keep people coming back. Special treatment does. Doesn't matter if it's a family of four who buys a gallon of paint every five years, or a contractor spending six figures per fiscal quarter - when people remember what a difference you made for them, they tell people.
It wasn't just money. He tracked the colors people bought, every single person, every single name, down to where in the house they'd put it, so that if they came back a decade later he could give them the exact same color to freshen up their den. He showed me the tracking sheets he made. He wrote notes in the margins when people gave him feedback - the Smiths didn't like colors this dark, for example, so next time he'd recommend a lighter shade.
And he showed me the warehouse order forms he used to restock. Weird coincidence - the brand of paint the other store always ran out of was the one with the worst profit margin.
People weren't upset at Mike leaving because they were afraid of change. They were upset because Mike gave a shit.
If my "usual" store (I use quotes because I eventually managed to get swapped over to the other one) put up a sign that said "Mike's Back," I guaran-fucking-tee there would have been an actual celebration.
(When I went back, I actually found Mike's old tracking sheets from when he'd been the manager. His replacement had made about three more... then apparently decided they were too much trouble. That store had the 2nd highest membership sales in the city the following fiscal year; Mike's had the fourth. The fiscal year after that, Mike's was the third, and the other store didn't make the list because it closed down.)
I'm a survivor of the terror attacks who lived 4 blocks east of the World Trade Center. I lost my home that day, spent years homeless and destitute, and I carry a Zadroga Act diagnosis of 9/11-connected PTSD. If anyone who's doing this RP needs character coaching or if you need help with authentic scenarios, I'm available for consulting services at reasonable rates. DM me here or leave your number on the men's room wall at any leather bar and it'll get to me in 24 hours. Happy 9/11 y'all, and remember fireworks are unsafe and illegal in most jurisdictions.
I realized I never posted these here on tumblr! 2020 did unspeakable things to my mind and bodyβ¦I staggered away from lockdown with a whole pitch of how I would make an animated Cats adaptation. I got the whole thing up here *taps skull*βit would be Very Good. I canβt think about it too much lest I awaken my sleeping obsessionβ¦still want to finish Old Deut and Macavity one of these days.
Fun fact: The term "Jellicle Cat" is actually the catsβ mishearing of the term "Dear Little Cat" (this gives me much joy)
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