FFM

i love fucking fred meyer!

i received two pieces of mail today.

one was saying that i am eligible for additional benefits and inquiring what kind of dental plan i want.

the other piece of mail was a notice stating that i haven't fulfilled my necessary alottment of hours required to keep my benefits, so as of August 31st (the letter was dated September 1st), i no longer have benefits.

make up your fucking mind!
i was gone for a fucking month, of course i'm not going to be working enough hours!

jesus.
i also gave a letter to my store director asking simply to give me the pay that i'm due.
no retro-pay at all, just a bump up in my payscale.

he keeps avoiding me and today he walked by when i was talking to my boss.
it went a little like this:

store director: "Jacob! you're doing a standup job! Travis. you could use a little work. just kidding."

asshole. the last time i confronted him about the letter i sent him, he immediately changed the subject by noting that i didn't shave in the morning.
what a jackass. can we stay on the subject?

he said he'd get on it today (friday), but i didn't have the time to bug him about it again.
from what i've heard about my boss that transferred to a different store, and thereby having no qualms spreading the dirt on people,
our store director takes a vacation day everytime he's scheduled on the weekend.
now that's a guy who diserves what he makes...or something.

it's the most interaction i've ever had with a store director and i despise him.

(Bea, is this the kind of stuff you were talking about?)