The flames of frustration with Fry’s Food are at last subsiding.
Let’s review briefly the course of irritants in the past 48 hours.
1. A company email informs me that if I need to reschedule an interview to call Ms. R. at the store directly.
2. I do so, only to be told that no, you don’t call the store, you email her.
3. I’m told that her email is such-and-such. I insist that she spell it out and she obliges. Only, it turns out, it isn’t correct. My emails bounce back.
4. I call the store again seeking the correct email and confirming spelling. A staffer tells me that the “k” in the woman’s name must be capitalized. Ooooooooh-kay.
5. I make the change, send the emails. Wait a while. No response. They bounce back again.
6. I call the store now for the fourth time in two days and present the problem. Though the interview’s several days away, the time to reschedule is vanishing fast on repeated wasted efforts (through no fault of my own).
Regarding the yet-again incorrect email: “Oh, no, there’s no ‘s’ in ‘foods,” a woman tells me. Ohhhhhh-kay!
7. I send now the 6th or 7th email in two days that includes a brief recount and a sense of frustration and exasperation, understandably.
8. I nearly fall off my chair when I receive a response!! I rejoice! At last we have contact! After a stream of incorrect email info from the staff, this one’s right!
9. Unfortunately, all interview slots for the day we both have available next week are filled, in no small part I’m sure due to the two days lost in trying to get a hold of Ms. R.!
So an open interview it’ll be. I and who knows how many others on a first-come first-served basis between 12-3 p.m.
I’m nothing if not persistent — and responsible. Lesser souls attempting to reschedule and hitting wall after wall might’ve said “screw it!” Can’t say I’d blame ’em.
And no, my persistence isn’t rooted in any yearning or deep desire to work at a supermarket for minimum wage!
I persisted because I feel responsible. If I can’t make an interview, I’m not gonna be a no-show. I’m gonna reschedule — if I’m able … and this arduous Fry’s run-around called that into question!
I’m gonna do the right thing. The responsible thing.
I hear so many stories of people — especially young folks — who simply don’t show up at work as scheduled. Who quit without giving a head’s up to a manager. Who simply “don’t feel like working there anymore so I’m not ever going back in.”
Such behavior — and it’s far more common than you think! — appalls. It revolts me. No sense of responsibility or respect or work ethic.
A part of me thinks I should be hired simply for all the grief, frustration and aggravation imposed by Fry’s! A case of the left hand not knowing what the right hand’s doing.
I don’t *really* think that of course.
I do, however, think that anyone who went through as much trouble as I did and still stuck it out to do the right thing shows an aspect of character — an admirable aspect — that should cause a potential employer to sit up and take notice.
I know I’d notice were I a hiring manager.
But then again, were I a manager, none of these in-house missteps and failures to communicate would’ve occurred. Not on my watch. And if they did, I’d correct them immediately.
Guess that’s why I remain a peon in a cog in someone else’s wheel rather than a manager or high-level administrator. I’m too intelligent, too efficient, too orderly, too adept at identifying and solving problems, too thorough, too meticulous, too conscientious and adept at a job.
In a nutshell, I’m the worst candidate for a managerial post in Corporate!
Glad this mess is behind me — for now. I want to celebrate. A round for everyone!