Chapter Four: Where�s My Fucking Money?

The assistant manager goes on sick leave for six weeks after getting her wrist sliced for carpel tunnel syndrome, which, apparently, she says she got from folding jeans.
Suddenly, I and valuable, and am needed to do openings and closings of the store, and supervise one employee who was hired at the same time as me, but she is still in high school, so I outrank her.

I finally get the key, and am told by the manager, a.k.a. The Queen Of Lies, that I will get a pay raise with the newfound responsibilities. �Fuckin eh!� I think to myself, I need all the money I can get my grubby little hands on.

My next paycheck comes, and what the hell? I�m still getting paid minimum wage, despite opening and closing the store. I confront the Queen Of Lies and ask where my raise is.

�I have to fax the district manager and she has to approve it.� The Queen Of Lies replies.

Two weeks, and another paycheck later, she finally gets around to faxing the DM. The DM in typical managerial fashion, is not there, so it is all for not.

Now, five pay periods have passed, and I still do not have my extra 15-25cents. Then, the Queen Of Lies tells me she had to wait six months for her raise to come through. To which I reply �That�s gay, they�re going to owe me a whole extra paycheck when it clears.� And she shrugged and walked away.