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Target as a whole doesn't suck, but this one bitch, Brenda, does. I was scheduled as a cashier Monday from 1:45pm-10:00pm. At 10:15pm, I clocked out because, as a cashier, once all the 'guests' are out of the store, the cashiers get to leave. Brenda sees me walking to the door and asks me where I'm going. I tell her I'm scheduled until 10pm and it's now 10:20pm, so I'm leaving. She says, "we're not done with everything. You have to stay." I tell her I'm scheduled AS A CASHIER until 10pm and we have people scheduled until 11pm to clean/reshop/and zone. Then she tells me, "well, a GSTL needs to tell you when you can leave." I tell her no, once all the guests are gone, the cashiers leave. She goes, "I guess I do things a little differently around here." I then tell her that I don't have a car, so my ride has been waiting outside for 20 minutes now and that I'm leaving.
Today, I was scheduled 12:15pm-8:45pm. I clocked in at 12:15pm, walked up to the front and went straight to the bathroom to throw up. I'm walking to the register and Brenda is walking to go on break. She sees me, calls my line [across 7 lanes], walks up to me and says, "you were supposed to be here at 12:15pm." I say, "I was, but, technically, we have a 5 minute lenience so I'm not late. Plus, I had to go to the bathroom to throw up because I haven't been feeling well at all today." Then she tells me which lane to go on and that I can't leave now that I'm on a lane.
Later, she asking me about how my pregnancy is going and stuff like that. I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up 'cause I don't want to share any of that information with her. This is my favorite part of the day: a cashier is closing later this weekend. She asked Brenda if we leave once all the guests are out. Brenda looks at me, even though I was talking to another cashier, and says, "well, Josh and Clint let you leave once all the guests are out. I do things differently. When I close, I make sure you stay until everything's done because I'm here until 11 no matter what so you should have to stay, too." YEAH, BITCH, BUT WE AREN'T SCHEDULED UNTIL 11PM! WE'RE SCHEDULED UNTIL 10PM! There's a law against making us stay later than our scheduled time, too. I looked it up the other day.
So I go on my first 15 minute break. Brenda decided to take a 25 minute break. I walk up to Josh to see which register he wants me at. He asks me if I'm okay 'cause I look miserable and I tell him no and that I've thrown up twice since being here. Without saying another word, he gets on the walkie, calls an LOD, asks if he can send me home, and tells me to go clock out. So why did Brenda make a big deal about it earlier? This bitch has something against me and that's fine, but don't treat me like a child. I'll continue calling corporate on her and complaining about her to the LOD whom I'm going to set up an appointment with to talk to her about the last few days. Fuck this bitch.
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