Ive been a cake decorator for about three months at W*lmart and it's horrible.
I've posted about it before, but I was trained less than a week - I saw the cake decorator who was quitting for 4 days, three of which were about 4 hours and another where I only saw her for one. The stress is high, and my boss is convinced I got plenty of training and the problem is me.
She also claims that only a week of training for cake decorators is the current policy at W*lmart. I can't tell if she's lying through her teeth or if corporate is really that f*****g stupid.
My boss is always trying to make me feel bad about this too, making comments about how she's never been a cake decorator but look at this cake she decorated (it's a f*****g tres leches, anyone can decorate those, you've also been in the bakery for over a decade, so you've had time to watch cake decorators; I got 4 days) with no cake decorating experience. Another girl in the bakery was a decorator 2 years ago at a different W*lmart and did nothing but practice borders and writing and make cupcakes for the first two months. Didn't touch an order for almost 6 months in. Meanwhile I've been on orders since my second week.
She also is just super unprofessional. The closer was off one day, and she didn't schedule a closer for that day (she is one of the worst schedulers) and called him in. He thought he had made a mistake and was supposed to be in that day and apologized for sleeping in, and she let him think it was his fault. Didn't correct him.
She's talked about me "not caring about my job" behind my back, but when talking to me claims she knows I care about my job. I do care about my job, like if I didn't care about it would I really spend time outside of work looking for ideas for decorating and tips for how to do tasks better?
She and her second in command f****d something about with dates (like best by dates) recently, then tried to pin it on other people in the bakery.
Right now I'm desperately applying to other places because I can't f*****g handle this. It's really unfair that I've been placed in this position. Like I don't want to f**k everyone else in the bakery over but I am sick and tired of this s**t. You cannot expect someone to adequately do a job with insufficient training.
I don't know what I'm hoping to accomplish here other than venting.
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21 Oct 2016, 9:30 am
