Right after I graduated high school, I got a job working at the GameStop by my house. As a young, naive 17 year old this was a dream come true. I’d been in and out of the store pretty frequently before working there, and the manager always seemed to know who I was, which I thought was part of the reason he hired me. Who better than a loyal customer?
I quickly took advantage of the store’s game check out policy, where you could borrow a game for four days, like checking out a library book. When it came time to return the game, no more than three weeks after getting hired, I walked in and handed the manager the game. He took it from me, and asked “Why are you returning it?” Confused, I replied, “It’s been four days?” He then paused a beat, looked at me and said “Oh, do you work here?” This is the same guy who had just interviewed and hired me less than a month before.
My family moved shortly after I got the job to a new house 45 minutes away, but I didn’t quit GameStop ‘cause I wanted the money, even though it was a pain to drive back and forth. One Friday afternoon, I asked if I had any hours scheduled for the following week, to which they told me no. Imagine my surprise when I get a call on Monday asking if I was coming in to work, because it was now 4:15 and I was scheduled to work a shift from 4-6. I told them I wouldn’t be able to get there until 5:00 at the earliest, and reminded them that they had previously told me I was not scheduled this week when I asked. His reply was “So are you going to come in?” I said no.
I never heard from them again. No termination notice, no telling me I’m scheduled to work, nothing. For all I know I’m still listed on staff. It’s not like they know who their employees are.