I want better than this. (Ye Olde Rante Tyme)
Job is not going well. Had a week where every day sucked raw ass, then got chewed on by this bitch manager yesterday. This has definitely been one of my worse decisions.
I suspect they'll dump me after the holidays are done and they don't need as many cashiers. That actually wouldn't bother me, save for the fact that I want to pay down my credit card balance (which is about $300 right now, due to grocery/gas needs and a bit of Xmas shopping for select friends/family) first before jumping ship. Even so, I'll manage somehow.
I also want to get Teddy and Taffy fixed, but thanks to their shitty scheduling, that's not going to happen until possibly next month. I have to work every fucking day that the spay/neuter organization does surgeries (they're only open on certain days). And I want to get this done soon, because it looks like T & T are starting to have their adolescence kick in: Teddy especially has become more aggressive in regards to his play-fighting. He's developed a bad habit of swatting suddenly at my face and attacking my long coat - which usually results in damages to my legs.
One thing's for sure, though: whether they kick me out or I get fed up and quit (which is a distinct possibility, though I'm trying to hold out for as long as I can), I'm done with retail after this job. I've had enough of the bullshit. I don't know what I'll do afterwards, but that's it. I've done this shit for 20 years. It just keeps getting worse.
My coworkers - of which there are countless - are okay, I suppose, save for a few I don't like (mostly on account of them chattering incessantly at me during early morning shifts, which irritates me as I'm the type that needs to ease into mornings. Slowly. Very, very slowly). One pissed me off yesterday by RELOCKING the fucking security device I'd asked her to help me with and then leaving me to deal with the damn thing. I fucking hate their security shit; the booze-caps are the only ones I don't mind because they're easy to take off. Everything else is a royal pain in the ass. I don't know how the thieves manage to swipe stuff.
Bitch manager pounced on me yesterday for coming back late from my 15-minute break (none of the clocks in that place are right, so I never know which one to go by, and my cell phone's clock probably doesn't match either) and then told me I wasn't allowed to bring my McDonalds' drink (Barq's root beer - I'd gotten it for the caffeine since it was a morning shift, and I don't do mornings so well) to the register. This despite other people telling me we could have drinks (we are allowed to have water bottles), and I'd done it before and no one ever said anything. But I knew better than to argue with this woman, so I just gulped down what drink I could and threw the rest in the trash without a word. I'd been warned by a couple of other coworkers that this woman was, quote, "an evil bitch from hell" and it looks like that was right, heh.
Believe it or not, the customers are mostly okay. There's been a few I didn't like, of course, but the majority of them are easy enough to handle. (Thank God) I'm sure though as the holiday season marches onward that there are a few nuts in the bunch - I just hope they stay away from me, because I suspect it won't end well (mostly for me) if some dipshit gets in my face and starts screeching about some stupid thing.
And that's another thing: screaming kids. I CANNOT stand that noise. In the distance, I can mostly tune it out, but up close and it's like acid in the ears. It's very hard for me not to openly cringe when a screaming kid is in my lane. There is a reason I'm childfree, after all. I know it's not so much the kid's fault as it sometimes is the parents', and I know that's just what kids do. But all just the same I'd rather not be around that kind of noise.
I want a better job. Preferably soon. Something where I actually look forward to going in to it. Something that's actually interesting to me, that doesn't have a lot of bullshit regulations and stupid little irritations that, when piled up, are like paper cuts repeatedly applied to the soul. And yes, something that pays a lot better than frickin' retail. I've actually lost money working here because everything I make goes right back into taking care of everything: gas, groceries, my toiletries (i.e., monthly curse), stuff for my lunches at work (Stouffers' frozen dinners are your friends), the cats (I go through a lot of litter now)...and I'm buying the cheap generic stuff. (Litter, for example, is like ten bucks if you buy a name brand, but I go for the generic 14-pounder that's just under $5, as that's what I've always used for Sam and it works well enough.) (And it doesn't help that groceries in general have gone up in price too.)
So that's my rant-dump for the day.
I suspect they'll dump me after the holidays are done and they don't need as many cashiers. That actually wouldn't bother me, save for the fact that I want to pay down my credit card balance (which is about $300 right now, due to grocery/gas needs and a bit of Xmas shopping for select friends/family) first before jumping ship. Even so, I'll manage somehow.
I also want to get Teddy and Taffy fixed, but thanks to their shitty scheduling, that's not going to happen until possibly next month. I have to work every fucking day that the spay/neuter organization does surgeries (they're only open on certain days). And I want to get this done soon, because it looks like T & T are starting to have their adolescence kick in: Teddy especially has become more aggressive in regards to his play-fighting. He's developed a bad habit of swatting suddenly at my face and attacking my long coat - which usually results in damages to my legs.
One thing's for sure, though: whether they kick me out or I get fed up and quit (which is a distinct possibility, though I'm trying to hold out for as long as I can), I'm done with retail after this job. I've had enough of the bullshit. I don't know what I'll do afterwards, but that's it. I've done this shit for 20 years. It just keeps getting worse.
My coworkers - of which there are countless - are okay, I suppose, save for a few I don't like (mostly on account of them chattering incessantly at me during early morning shifts, which irritates me as I'm the type that needs to ease into mornings. Slowly. Very, very slowly). One pissed me off yesterday by RELOCKING the fucking security device I'd asked her to help me with and then leaving me to deal with the damn thing. I fucking hate their security shit; the booze-caps are the only ones I don't mind because they're easy to take off. Everything else is a royal pain in the ass. I don't know how the thieves manage to swipe stuff.
Bitch manager pounced on me yesterday for coming back late from my 15-minute break (none of the clocks in that place are right, so I never know which one to go by, and my cell phone's clock probably doesn't match either) and then told me I wasn't allowed to bring my McDonalds' drink (Barq's root beer - I'd gotten it for the caffeine since it was a morning shift, and I don't do mornings so well) to the register. This despite other people telling me we could have drinks (we are allowed to have water bottles), and I'd done it before and no one ever said anything. But I knew better than to argue with this woman, so I just gulped down what drink I could and threw the rest in the trash without a word. I'd been warned by a couple of other coworkers that this woman was, quote, "an evil bitch from hell" and it looks like that was right, heh.
Believe it or not, the customers are mostly okay. There's been a few I didn't like, of course, but the majority of them are easy enough to handle. (Thank God) I'm sure though as the holiday season marches onward that there are a few nuts in the bunch - I just hope they stay away from me, because I suspect it won't end well (mostly for me) if some dipshit gets in my face and starts screeching about some stupid thing.
And that's another thing: screaming kids. I CANNOT stand that noise. In the distance, I can mostly tune it out, but up close and it's like acid in the ears. It's very hard for me not to openly cringe when a screaming kid is in my lane. There is a reason I'm childfree, after all. I know it's not so much the kid's fault as it sometimes is the parents', and I know that's just what kids do. But all just the same I'd rather not be around that kind of noise.
I want a better job. Preferably soon. Something where I actually look forward to going in to it. Something that's actually interesting to me, that doesn't have a lot of bullshit regulations and stupid little irritations that, when piled up, are like paper cuts repeatedly applied to the soul. And yes, something that pays a lot better than frickin' retail. I've actually lost money working here because everything I make goes right back into taking care of everything: gas, groceries, my toiletries (i.e., monthly curse), stuff for my lunches at work (Stouffers' frozen dinners are your friends), the cats (I go through a lot of litter now)...and I'm buying the cheap generic stuff. (Litter, for example, is like ten bucks if you buy a name brand, but I go for the generic 14-pounder that's just under $5, as that's what I've always used for Sam and it works well enough.) (And it doesn't help that groceries in general have gone up in price too.)
So that's my rant-dump for the day.