That I worked for. I never mentioned the name of the place while I was still employed.
I'm not going to say "don't shop there" because every company has it's good and bad people. I'll probably still visit the store I was fired from because it was such a big part of my life.
CVS was my savior when my father died and I lost my first job along with him. I worked hard, for minimum wage, through good and bad bosses, good and bad customers, and grew to mostly like what I did. I earned my promotion to supervisor and I worked hard to be a good boss myself. I think I was. No matter how hard things got, I never, ever took it out on the people working for me. I'm still so proud of that.
I gained self confidence. After starting at the bottom, simply getting to wear a shirt and tie to work made me so happy. I cared about the company, I cared about how our store was doing, not because of how it effected my career, but because I was proud of what we were accomplishing. I had expected to work there for years, for better or worse, and that I might someday in the future, have a chance to be assistant manager in this or another store. I haven't gone to college, I don't have a ton of options. This was something to hope for.
And so quickly, it was all destroyed and taken away. For the longest time, I had a feeling that something terrible was going to happen if my current boss were to leave. When I met my new boss, I wanted to believe that I was just being silly, that she's no different from any of the other people I've worked for. But that was not to be and my worst fears were realized.
Things spiraled out of control in a matter of days. Everything I had worked for was destroyed. I felt an overwhelming dread about going to work. It was all I could think about when I was at home. I stopped caring about how the store was doing, my self confidence was almost completely destroyed. The only thing that kept me going at all, aside from the need to keep working, was the fact that I could talk to these people who I worked alongside and who worked for me, and know that I wasn't a bad person, I hadn't changed, I was simply a victim of bad luck, a bas boss, and her foolish ideas and petty rivalries.
People keep telling me to be optimistic, that when one door closes, another one opens, and all of that. I don't really know what to think right now. My depression and the terror I felt daily have lifted and I'm thankful. But I don't feel happy or optimistic either, just numb or stunned.
I'm not going to say "don't shop there" because every company has it's good and bad people. I'll probably still visit the store I was fired from because it was such a big part of my life.
CVS was my savior when my father died and I lost my first job along with him. I worked hard, for minimum wage, through good and bad bosses, good and bad customers, and grew to mostly like what I did. I earned my promotion to supervisor and I worked hard to be a good boss myself. I think I was. No matter how hard things got, I never, ever took it out on the people working for me. I'm still so proud of that.
I gained self confidence. After starting at the bottom, simply getting to wear a shirt and tie to work made me so happy. I cared about the company, I cared about how our store was doing, not because of how it effected my career, but because I was proud of what we were accomplishing. I had expected to work there for years, for better or worse, and that I might someday in the future, have a chance to be assistant manager in this or another store. I haven't gone to college, I don't have a ton of options. This was something to hope for.
And so quickly, it was all destroyed and taken away. For the longest time, I had a feeling that something terrible was going to happen if my current boss were to leave. When I met my new boss, I wanted to believe that I was just being silly, that she's no different from any of the other people I've worked for. But that was not to be and my worst fears were realized.
Things spiraled out of control in a matter of days. Everything I had worked for was destroyed. I felt an overwhelming dread about going to work. It was all I could think about when I was at home. I stopped caring about how the store was doing, my self confidence was almost completely destroyed. The only thing that kept me going at all, aside from the need to keep working, was the fact that I could talk to these people who I worked alongside and who worked for me, and know that I wasn't a bad person, I hadn't changed, I was simply a victim of bad luck, a bas boss, and her foolish ideas and petty rivalries.
People keep telling me to be optimistic, that when one door closes, another one opens, and all of that. I don't really know what to think right now. My depression and the terror I felt daily have lifted and I'm thankful. But I don't feel happy or optimistic either, just numb or stunned.
