My retirement gig tenure as a part-time Menard's morning stocker came to an abrupt end this morning.
There was about 90 minutes left in our shift (5-9am) and we had all the freight stocked when we (the men anyway) were told to go outside, pull weeds around the perimeter of the building and parking lot, pick up trash and then sweep the parking lot until 9am.
I thanked them for the opportunity I had been given, told them I enjoyed my time there up until this ridiculous order, clocked out, turned in my name tag/timecard and left...for good.
I took the job as something to give me a routine, get me out of the house and get me some exercise. It was an indoor, no stress job but it wasn't enough money to really matter to us and it sure wasn't enough to be a groundskeeper or landscaper when I had been hired to stock freight.
I am actually a little baffled they even told us to do it in the first place and kinda surprised I am the only one that pushed back. Maybe it's just me. IDK
My buddy that has the bodyshop has been bugging me to come help out, part-time with some of his office work. Billing, invoices, receivables and stuff like that. I may end up taking him up on the offer. His shop is about 2 miles from my house.
Then again I may just stick to fishing and tinkering in the shed.