Pulled in for second "yearly" review in four months. Both of which were to fail me. Many, many people have told me they've never had a "yearly" review.
This one:
My organisation is poor in the warehouse. Their evidence: One day in which there were two deliveries and I had everything organised non-conventionally so I wouldn't have to leave product outside.
I do not talk to managers or do well with team work. Their evidence: I didn't ask a manager to advise me on aforementioned day. This, of course, ignores the fact that I didn't ask a manager because there was only one thing to do which is what I did.
As for the team work thing, they presented zero evidence. Probably because there is none. I get on with everyone. In the morning, I help the produce department get their delivery in - despite it being a different department. I help the small, old cleaning lady get her rubbish to the bins. I check in breads and bring them out on to the shop floor. I tell BWS when there's a cage waiting for them. I help other staff members with anything which isn't them being lazy. Like, every Sunday I help a fella tidy up his aisle because the managers always give him most of the work. I talk to everyone and, in the previous "yearly" review, I was complimented on being incredibly well-liked by the other staff members.
The "What are your comments concerning this assessment?" space on my form was concise and biting. The manager actually paled. This is the problem with doing whatever they ask meekly on the shop floor. They expect, just because I know that my job is to do whatever nonsense they tell me, that I'll lie down for this kind of crap. I will not. I argued every step of the way, and the manager became increasingly disturbed looking.
Didn't stop him from telling me I could lose my job, while insisting I should "Take pride in my workplace." Mate, with little vipers like you in charge, that's not happening.
I suspect internal politics - the store manager just came back from maternity leave the previous day - or a grudge carried over from my younger brother, who they literally hounded out of the shop.