Yep, Wal-Mart's Evil
Pither's had a few things to complain about in his work schedule recently. His immediate superior who does scheduling doesn't do it very well, often forgetting to tell people they're scheduled to work on a certain day. And there is a particular employee who works very early in the morning who makes last minute requests for days off who he never seems to say no to, so Pither, with little warning, will find himself getting up at 3 in the morning for a few days. You don't know Pither. He hates getting up in the morning. And to top it off, Pither gets told no for days off all the time.
In fact, the boss forwarded an email from the employee who said "I need X day off, not negotiable." And she got it. Pither had to reschedule jury duty so she could have that day off, then found out she wants his second jury duty day off as well. Since there's no way around this second jury duty, someone else will probably end up doing a short turnaround.
Pither's started feeling like his managers consider their employees to be interchangeable pegs that can be rearranged on the schedule board, not humans with families and sleep schedules. And considering there are certain months during which no one is supposed to take vacation, it becomes very difficult to squeeze in vacation time, particularly with a kid's school schedule.
Well, that's all just a long intro into saying that as bad as his job sometimes is for scheduling, at least he doesn't work at Wal-Mart, which is going even further to treat employees as faceless drones who sit in the tool chest until management finds a use for them. (Via echidne at Eschaton)
Wal-Mart gets government subsidies for development; costs U.S. workers good-paying jobs with benefits by shutting down local businesses and forcing U.S. manufacturing companies to outsource or go bankrupt; passes off healthcare costs for employees onto the taxpayer; pockets $10 billion in profits last year.
Apparently $10 billion was barely enough to go around, and more juice must be squeezed from the already desiccated American worker.
Don't bother to ask if I'll ever even pull over to vomit in a Wal-Mart parking lot.