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I’m Gonna Lose My Job (Again?)

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I mean, I kinda say this on a daily basis. “I’m going to get fired today.” But for good reason. I have reached my limit of taking bullshit. Mostly at work. Mostly with bosses and co-workers. Most recently, my immediate boss. She hasn’t even been in our store a year, but she got the job over me, who has been there for over three years. OK, OK, she has experience being in that position. Whatever.

In our store, we have this one register, home fashions, that gets few to no customers. So we sometimes just leave it closed/locked. If you’re the one scheduled to be at that register for the day, but there is no floater to cover lunches, then it’s your job to lock up the registers and cover lunches. Simple as that. It’s been that way the whole time I’ve been there. Well, one day, I was scheduled to be at that register, and there was no floater for lunches. My boss, R, called me on the work phone and said, “I know I didn’t say it on the [control/schedule] sheet, but you cover lunches today, OK?”

…Seriously? I’ve been here a shitton longer than you. I KNOW my fucking job.

OK, OK, that’s not too awful bad. But she does this shit all the time. Directing us and telling us what to do when we already know what the fuck to do.

The other day, I had a customer issue that I literally could not solve with my status as lowly little cashier. I needed a manager to handle it. So, I called a manager over. She calls the phone and asks what the problem is, etc. I can’t explain it very well because I have a line. She goes, “can’t you solve it yourself?”

…Now I’m pissed. I’ve been here over three years doing the same thing the whole time. If I could solve it myself, YES, I would fucking solve it myself. I’ve solved many a complicated issue in my time. On top of that, you’re my manager. If I need you, you fucking COME  OVER, no questions asked. That’s your job.

Oh, but it gets better.

We have this new girl, A. She’s naturally shy and anxious, and she took this job to improve her social skills and confidence. At the beginning of her FOURTH week (two of which were training), R goes up to her and says something along the lines of “Are you comfortable pitching credit? Because if you’re not, I need to know so I can schedule other people.” Are you fucking shitting me? This poor HIGH SCHOOL girl is working so hard to improve her shyness and come out of her shell, and you threaten to cut her hours because she’s STILL practicing pitching credit with confidence? That’s NOT how you encourage your cashiers to perform.

And now the icing on the cake. That’s right, R LIED to me.

The other day, one of the registers started massively slowing down. So I turned it off and turned it back on. On the first or second transaction, it started slowing down again. So I got a hold of R. She told me to turn it off and then back on again. I told her I already did and it still did this. So she told me to close it down properly for the rest of the day. I did. My back was turned helping a member, and when I was done, the bad computer had been TURNED BACK ON!!!

My other co-worker, Ax, told me that she thought R did it, because she was sure that neither she nor A had. Because all four of us had been at the register area. So, I’m fuming, and I made a HUGE-ASS sign. The one you see above. Laughed my ass off. Customer accused me of having weed. All good fun.

I then got to talk to A again. She told me that she saw R turn the computer back on. So now I’m furious.

Finally, R sees the sign. She asked me, “Who did that?.”

“Me.”

“Why?”

“Because someone turned it back on.”

“Who?”

I’ll let that sink in.

WHO?

WHO!!???

YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNT!!! DON’T GO AROUND TRYING TO LIE TO ME!!!!

OK, so. I have gone to the store manager twice about her. She forces us to go on 15-minute breaks when she tells us to. She plays favorites. K and Q take, oh, hour long lunch breaks. Half-hour 15s. She doesn’t bat an eye. I take a 15 right after my lunch (which no one had ever, ever told me was not allowed), and she yells at me. And not for the real reason you’re not supposed to do that. Because “they have to go in order.” Whoever went to lunch first takes their 15 first. Which is total bs because no one else gives a single fuck who goes on their 15 when. And, no, it is not an actual rule. It’s a “her” rule.

K often takes her lunch last, but she is the first to leave for the day. An hour before everyone else. How fucked up is that? Just because she gets tons of credits and is spoiled as shit and always gets her way. Oh, let’s not forget she’s late almost every fucking morning. She just likes taking her lunch late.

The store manager just brushes all my complaints aside. The first time, he said he would talk to her. That was at least a month ago, if not longer. Nothing has changed.

Every single thing that I have been told is expected of me coming into her position at a different store, she does the complete opposite. God forbid she ever have to cover any of her cashiers for any sort of break, or check out any customers out unless she can tell just by looking at them that they’ll get credits. I swear to God. She takes most weekends off, when we need her the most. Most holidays, she’s off.

I have had enough. I am literally about to blow up at R almost every single day I see her. Which is why I’m about to lose my job pretty much every single day. The store manager is NO help.

So, what did I do? Why might I lose my job even on my day off?

🙂

I called my store manager’s boss.

He’s coming to the store next week.

I can’t fucking wait.

🙂

 
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Posted by on October 13, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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Retail-Me-Not

It’s the full moon, I swear.

There are all these people out there that think they’re so high and important. Like we live to serve them and that they’re more important than the other customers. Well, reality check. We don’t and you’re not.

I hate when people come up to the register and ask to hold things. Like, “no, hold your own damn clothes or get a cart, lazy.” But sometimes there’s a good reason, so it’s OK. And at least they ask. I ask for their names so the MCAs won’t put their clothes away, because, y’know, that’s their JOB–to put clothes away that are just lying around the register area–and they go shop.

Then there are the people who are all “Oh, I’ll be right over here. You don’t need my name. I’ll just be right over here.” Uh, yeah, lady, I DO need your name because you’re probably NOT going to stay there, I’m definitely NOT going to be paying enough attention to your stuff to guard it from being put away, and you probably won’t be, either. See, I have other customers to give my attention to.

THEN, there are the people who just throw their stuff down and walk away. We had this couple that just threw their clothes down on the counter and walked away. Then came back and told us to add to the pile. THEN they asked if they could keep their personal things with me. I tried to tell him “no,” but he just argued with me. UGHHHH. No, that’s YOUR stuff, it’s YOUR responsibility, and it’s YOUR problem! This couple made me so angry. He continued on to keep changing his mind about whether he wanted rewards or not, so he got them, but my numbers went down. Oh, and at first, he tried to blame his not getting rewards on me. HA! I had it all SET UP to give you rewards, sir, and you said “no.” SO THERE.

And he kept asking if there was more of a discount. Uhm, you got clearance things at $3.99 a piece. “Yeah, but we got a lot of stuff.” Good for you. “Some stores do it.” Good for them. I have nothing to give you. “Nothing?” Nothing. “No discount?” No more discount. Get over it.

That was yesterday. Today, we had this crazy-ass lady. Ooh, I wanted to set her straight.

My one boss, when she comes to help ring, doesn’t really like to ring. She’ll help bag instead. Hey, it gets my job done faster. I had this big order, too. With lots of clothes and a hispanic couple. Let me give you the exchange as I remember it between my sweet boss and this crazy-ass lady in line.

Crazy-Ass Lady: Is that the only register open?
Boss: There’s one up by the mall entrance.
CAL: That’s not what I asked. I asked is that the only register open?
(I HATE when people say “that’s not what I asked”)

And then she argues with my boss about the registers being open, and she ridicules her. Saying it doesn’t take two people to ring out a person, she wanted a manager to ring her out, she only had one thing. Oh, and here’s the kicker. She was on her lunch break. DON’T GO SHOPPING ON YOUR BREAK, PEOPLE! DUH! If you do, be prepared for disappointment.

This lady went on about how my boss didn’t know who she was, and she was gonna have her job, she was gonna call and talk to a manager and all this bullshit. Omg, it was crazy.

Then, the poor woman, my boss had another lady who refused to wait in line. She asked my boss if she could check her out and my boss told her where the checkouts were. She’s like “I don’t want to wait in those lines.” Like, seriously!? People! Get over yourselves.

More ranting.

Rewards was down this morning. So everyone expected me to have an answer as to how to get their rewards on their purchase. Uhm, there’s nothing to do. Sorry. Not my fault. Take it up with rewards. “Oh, I did before, but it was a mess.” Not my problem.

People, stop shopping when you have to be somewhere soon. Seriously! This chick bought $400 worth of $3.99 clearance stuff and was all, “I’m in a hurry. Oh, take off the hangers.” WHAT? Seriously!? You don’t shop when you’re in a hurry. You come to the checkout, have a nice conversation with the cashier. The cashier offers you great deals. You politely accept or decline them. YOU DON’T SAY “I’M IN A HURRY”!!! I HATE people who are in a hurry. I just make you wait longer. :P.

Also, do not say “I just want to buy these. No clubs no nothing.” That is extremely rude and pisses me off. I’m offering you chance to better your life and you’re all, “Fuck you. I don’t care about you or what you have to offer, I just care about me.” Jerk.

Coupons.

I. Hate. Coupons.

They never work. People argue them to the death. I had a lady come in and complain because she was told there were no coupons online. Then she saw someone take a coupon off a phone for another customer. She was mad and wanted that discount. Uhm, we don’t know what coupons are out there. A lot of coupons are personalized. You have to have the coupon with you to get the discount. Duh.

I hate when people come up and ask for more discounts. Sometimes we have a coupon at the register. SOMETIMES. But these people will come up with clearance and ask for MORE. Uh, no! It’s already on clearance. You’ve already got the best deal there is.

People are crazy, man.

/endrant

 
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Posted by on October 8, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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J is for Job

I hate my job.

OK, I don’t hate my job that much.

But I hate my job.

They treat me well. Mostly. They understand that I have depression. That sometimes I just need to cry before I can function. I get pretty much all the days off I ask for. My bosses are fun and funny and easy-going. My environment is as positive as a retail environment can be.

But it’s retail, for one. It’s not for me. It’s my Just Over Broke occupation. It’s not my career. But I feel like I’ll be stuck there forever. There, where they write you up for being sick. Where they pressure and pressure and pressure you to get credits and shops, etc. Where the store manager always seems to be yelling at or talking about you. I can’t deal with that thought. I don’t want to be a cashier all my life.

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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So, I’m Sitting Here…

So, I’m sitting here on my bed, eating dry popcorn, the dog begging on the floor beside me, reflecting on today. Today was my first day at work without taking any Sertreline. Last time that happened, it was a disaster. Today? It wasn’t too bad. It wasn’t amazing. But it wasn’t awful. I got a little sad at lunch, all stuffed up and wanting all my tears (and snot) to just pour out of my face. But that could have been aggravated by my strap-connector on my bra breaking (my boobs aren’t perky anymore T_T).

Despite my decent day, if you’d ask my boss, she’d tell you I had an awful day. Lately she keeps thinking I’m upset. I don’t know why. But I have a theory. I think maybe I look and/or sound upset when I’m deep in thought and being pulled out of it. Because that’s what happened the last time she asked me what was wrong. But I don’t know. It is concerning, though. Don’t want customers (ahem, ‘members’) thinking I’m upset. Especially when I’m really not.

I finally got that full feeling so my popcorn’s put away and dog is gone. The dog doesn’t like my room because it’s such a mess. And it’s gotten worse since I cleaned it because I brought all my clothes up from the basement. There’s too many. I’ll have to donate at least two garbage bags to Goodwill :(. But I wear everything…

Why was my last paragraph about my bedroom? I thought this was a depression blog. Well, my depression has affected everything in my life, including the state of my bedroom. I’m a very messy person, but I always managed to clean my room when it needed it. Now I have absolutely no motivation to do so. Hopefully the mixture of these new meds minus the other two will help. I hope.

Well, I’m getting tired. That pretty much covers my day. Have a great night, everyone!

 
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Posted by on January 29, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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