No Saturdays Marcus Fant
It should’ve been just another wintery, long, frigid Saturday at CVS, but my probationary period had just ended and the store manager decided to evaluate my growth as an employee. The heat had been on ever since I started, and now the store manager had begun grilling me as to why wasn’t I performing up to his expectations. I knew they had been unrealistic because we both came from Rite Aid, which we knew was significantly harder. Harder in the sense that Rite Aid kept its workers understaffed and expected them to stay until they completed their task, even though there wasn’t enough people to get it done in a reasonable amount of time. I didn’t know what to say to him because some of the shift supervisors, who were also from Rite Aid, had been giving it 150 percent and he expected the same from me. My attitude since I’d started had been “Work just hard enough,” and that didn’t produce “hard enough” results, at least in the manager’s eyes. The one-sided conversation between us continued to go south, and at some point he asked me something along the lines of, “If you’re performing significantly below my expectations, then tell me what do you think I should do?” Fear as well as desperation set in as “fired” and “cut hours” burned through my brain. Desperation led to telling the store manager, “I will work
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