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I'm quitting. No, really. I am not going to put up with this shit anymore. If they're going to make me work in a horribly understaffed, horribly busy, horribly fucking loud environment for nine and a half hours a day, where I get yelled at for things that I have absolutely no control over, then they might as well fucking pay me. Which they haven't this month, or last month, and which they don't seem to want to do, ever. Never mind that I should be making twice as much as I (supposedly) do, what with all the fucking rude customers I have to deal with. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Do they honestly think that if they wave their credit cards around they can treat people however they want?
What's more depressing, of course, is that some people spend their entire lives being abused like this. Whether I quit or not (and I probably won't, unfortunately) I'm only in it for another couple of months. Most people in the store are a lot older than me and have been at this for quite a while, and have managed to do this without developing Tourette's syndrome or having nervous breakdowns or any of the things that seem to be happening to me. On one hand, if other people can do it, why can't I? (Then again, other people have friends and don't alphabetize their clothes and aren't afraid to pick up the phone, so it may just be one of those things.) On the other hand, do these people really have no other options? Are they going to be abused like this, working ridiculous hours in a crowded store where they have no control over anything, for the rest of their lives? And why the fuck are we not in a fucking union?
Then again, if we were, we would have gone on strike a long time ago and the managers might actually have to start treating us like human beings. And we never will be, either, because we're all too scared to actually stand up for ourselves. I'm such a hypocrite, actually. Ooh, aren't I the rebel, bitching about workers' rights in my fucking online journal. I should be standing on a street corner distrubiting copies of The Communist Manifesto, but if I tried I wouldn't be there (or in this country) for very long.
As it is I still haven't spoken to anyone about my schedule, or my roster, and I'm still being ridiculously nice to the rude people. Maybe tomorrow I'll just be really slow with anyone who's rude to me. Well, except if there are people waiting behind them, because that's just not nice. I hate my life.
What's more depressing, of course, is that some people spend their entire lives being abused like this. Whether I quit or not (and I probably won't, unfortunately) I'm only in it for another couple of months. Most people in the store are a lot older than me and have been at this for quite a while, and have managed to do this without developing Tourette's syndrome or having nervous breakdowns or any of the things that seem to be happening to me. On one hand, if other people can do it, why can't I? (Then again, other people have friends and don't alphabetize their clothes and aren't afraid to pick up the phone, so it may just be one of those things.) On the other hand, do these people really have no other options? Are they going to be abused like this, working ridiculous hours in a crowded store where they have no control over anything, for the rest of their lives? And why the fuck are we not in a fucking union?
Then again, if we were, we would have gone on strike a long time ago and the managers might actually have to start treating us like human beings. And we never will be, either, because we're all too scared to actually stand up for ourselves. I'm such a hypocrite, actually. Ooh, aren't I the rebel, bitching about workers' rights in my fucking online journal. I should be standing on a street corner distrubiting copies of The Communist Manifesto, but if I tried I wouldn't be there (or in this country) for very long.
As it is I still haven't spoken to anyone about my schedule, or my roster, and I'm still being ridiculously nice to the rude people. Maybe tomorrow I'll just be really slow with anyone who's rude to me. Well, except if there are people waiting behind them, because that's just not nice. I hate my life.