Big Bag - Part 2

Mid to late May, I started receiving multiple phone calls daily from a third-party company, third-party of Big Bag. I wasn’t answering. I had given them a detailed note from my doctor that said I wasn’t well, that I was not able to work and that my situation was being monitored closely. There was no return date.

So then this third-party company started emailing me. I finally responded. (This actually turned into a project for me—I had time!) I don’t know why they were confirming my return date as of June 12th or whatever day it was, because there was no return date. I was on sick leave until further notice, so I just sent them the same note from my doctor that I had already given them in March. There was no return date discussed for June, they were full of shit!

I made a formal complaint. A huge, very detailed 1000+ word complaint, shortly after I went on sick leave. They totally ignored it.

I had lodged another formal complaint before my surgery. They ignored me. They did absolutely fuck all about it! I didn’t really give a fuck about any of it in March, didn’t think about it too much in April either! No doubt Grunty was informed of my complaint. She probably got a slap on the hand from her buddy, the regional manager who brought her in and she probably didn’t think too much about it either, except for the fact that she had accomplished what she had set out to do—get rid of me. And I’m willing to bet she thought that would be the last she’d ever hear from me.

She was about to find out differently.

I am all about the “fuck around and find out!” She fucked around and she was now about to find out!

But it was me and the third-party company, and they were poking the bear. The bear was in a fucking delirium, but I was still able to function, still able to do all of those things. I still got shit done! 100% their HR had read my detailed email about the multiple violations against me that had taken place in the store that day and fucking tossed it in the “forget about it” bin!

All was quiet for a month or so, so they thought they’d get the third-party to contact me swiftly with a BS return date, thinking I’d just go along with it or walk away.  Who the fuck is going back to work with that bitch after that?! Definitely not me!

As mentioned in the Big Bag—Part 1 post, they had no fucking idea who they were dealing with! I was built for this shit! I wasn’t going away. I wasn’t going back to work. I wasn’t going anywhere!

They also had no clue that I had just had open fucking heart surgery! I sent them email after email, repeating myself again and again, multiple times about the multiple violations.

I told them I had heart surgery and that after all I’d been through with that woman—Grunty had pushed me over the edge! It was true!! (Exclamation marks were flying everywhere!!) And that she had quite possibly ruined retail or any other job for me for the rest of my life! I told them I wasn’t coming back to work, but I wasn’t going away either!

Now they know—they’re fucked!! The third-party was gone. I got an email from someone in their head office, HR department directly.

Now they’re listening, now they’re paying attention!

This guy really wasn’t saying much, though. It was obvious he was just doing what he was told to do…string me along. Apologize. Pretend to care. Corporate games. I know how those games work because I’ve played a few! Like I said, this became a fun little project for me.

He and I went back and forth for months and I mean months! Email after email, I just kept repeating the same shit, the same violations, over and over, again and again! I wasn’t going away quietly or empty-handed. Not a fucking chance! At this point I was pretty confident how this was all gonna turn out—one way or another!

This bitch came for me harder than anyone I have ever worked for in my life! A batant abuse of authority! I was ready to go the distance to put this bitch down and I did!

Without going into the wee details—as I am not permitted to discuss anymore than I already have—Big Bag and I finally and officially parted ways in September.

Buh-Bye

Suffice it to say—I walked away a happy girl!