87% and placated

Tomorrow is my last day at the Stitch Fix Bizzy Hizzy. Tomorrow is my last day, as I told my cat Fog, that my alarm will go off at 4 a.m.

Today, I am tired. My blood pressure seems to have come down, but my ears are ringing and my chest is tight. My workout last night worked out the kinks, and while I am stiff, very stiff, I don’t have any pain and my right leg which was giving me trouble yesterday has improved.

Speaking of my right leg (and hip), I managed to get off the floor from my knees leading with my right leg and not putting my hand on the ground not once but THREE times at the gym yesterday.

But what I really wanted to right about was the fact that yesterday at work was worse than the day before. I was back to table 33, which was the table I didn’t like on Monday. The line itself on 3B seems to catch in that area, so I spend much of the day fixing other people’s boxes as they clog the line. The support post for the line is immediately at my left, which means to put my box on the line, I need to lean forward or back. And every time I need a box, I have to wiggle it around the line.

On top of that, we’ve had a couple weeks of short days, so my body has forgotten how to work eight hours. And I don’t mean that as some sort of funny statement. My body relies on routine, because my lower body muscles can’t relax (that’s what spastic really means) and my brain can’t properly communicate with them (that’s the cerebral part of cerebral palsy; the palsy is the paralysis). So this is like starting a brand new job physically (which reminds me of all the terrifying parts of starting a new job).

On top of that, my meeting with the one person staying with the company that was supposed to talk about disability advocacy within Stitch Fix and how accommodations need to be consistent and fair… Well, while I adore and respect the person I met with… I got the feeling it was about placating me and not making change. The meeting was scheduled for 15 minutes (and is not an amount of time for meaningful dialogue). He listened and performed all the good listening skills. But he didn’t write anything down. He did not suggest a call for action. He did not even say what he could or couldn’t do.

He just basically said I was right and if I needed anything to let him know.

And then his phone buzzed. He got distracted. And he kept looking at his watch. Then he apologized and explained he had another meeting and had to go.

So my requests to write a letter to corporate have been ignored. My requests to discuss this with our human resource department have been ignored.

Needless to day, I went back to my station discouraged and a tad devalued. But that’s how it goes when you’re just a cog in the wheel and in this case, the wheel has been removed from the car and the car is trying to run on three wheels.

(Yes, I know my grammar is bad today with some truly admirable run-on sentences but it’s not even 5 a.m. and I’m exhausted, stressed and emotional.)

My Stitch Fix neighbor has been moved to table 68, so I don’t have her to offer any confirmation that this stuff is happening. And I keep stationed near all the pregnant women who get to request different help based on how they are feeling each day, while I have to advocate for my approved accommodations at least once a day.

I literally left the floor yesterday and went to the break room early when the same person who style carded my fix wrong (if you want to see the video of me tossing the whole fix in the return envelope unwrapped I’ll link it) took my empty cart and replaced it with another, which IS NOT HER JOB, and did not adapt the cart to match my accommodations. She then, seconds after, went to her pregnant friend behind me, emptied the bottom four shelves of her cart which IS NOT HER JOB and is not the accommodation I’ve seen done for anyone before, and then proceeded to help her fold her fixes.

Now, remember Sassy or Spicy or whatever her nickname was? She returned to the medical field, but she was part of our second shift crew. There was a day shift girl struggling after working hard all day. So Sassy helped her. She folded some clothes and gave them to her to scan and box. Sassy was chastised and told IT WAS A GROUNDS FOR TERMINATION. But, apparently, if you are friends and pregnant the rules are different.

Look– I have no issue with these people on a personal level, friends should do nice things for friends. BUT at work, in a large group setting, these small acts of friendship or kindness when not offered to EVERYONE around you regardless of how well you know them, especially if performed by a person in a position of authority, are favoritism. And allowing peers to treat peers differently based on personal relationships is also favoritism.

And favoritism can also be referred to as discrimination, and discrimination against certain groups, like say… the disabled… well, that’s illegal. On the federal level.

I really hoped if I were polite, and filled out all the paperwork, and kept asking, I could get them to listen. I can’t believe at my age I can be that naive.

I did 87% yesterday. And I busted my ass to do it. I almost asked to use my leave, but then I remembered numbers no longer count and it’s my final days of any income. So I suffered. And left in a lot of pain.

But my process lead made me laugh which lowered my heart rate which had been elevated all day. And then Gong Obsessed threatened to take a certain returns binner and his poorly performing peers into a classroom to tutor them in how the alphabet and numbers work, because “it might help them in their next job.”

And I got a craft paper dispenser to bring home, which they gave craft paper away a few weeks ago so I’ve been waiting.