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The library has spoiled me.
I've been working at Linens-n-things for two weeks as a second part time job to make some extra money because I'm only part-time at the library and can't even apply for full time until September. And I'm amazed at how absolutely ridiculous that place is. First of all, I wasn't trained by a single human being, but was rather forced to walk around the store with a walkman and be trained by a series of tapes that I can only guess were recorded in the 1980s. Then they expect me to be able to do everything and know where the hell everything is and know about different types of curtains. As if that wasn't enough bullshit to have to put up with, I ask for 20 hours a week and keep getting scheduled over 30. Why is this hard? I hand the damn woman a peice of paper where I have clearly described my availability in a lovely chart that a brain damaged monkey could understand, and she schedules me on days I can't work and times I can't work and I'd really like to know what the fuck she could possibly be thinking. Or drinking. And last week, when she scheduled me to be there until 11 and night and come in at 6 in the morning the next day, they have me on the top rung of a ladder counting over 300 hand towels for their fucking inventory. I get paid $8 an hour. That's not enough to have me up and down a ladder for 8 hours with less than 5 hours of sleep. And it's not enough to make me deal with these housewife bitches who don't want to stand in line for 5 minutes to return the nasty ass pillows that they blew cigarette smoke into before trying to return them. And it's not enough for me to put up with this bitch who can't figure out what "I'm available only on these specific days and times" means. At first when I thought that I was above retail, I thought I was being snooty. But I'm not. Anyone who graduated high school is above retail.
I'm officially looking for something else. Now.
I've been working at Linens-n-things for two weeks as a second part time job to make some extra money because I'm only part-time at the library and can't even apply for full time until September. And I'm amazed at how absolutely ridiculous that place is. First of all, I wasn't trained by a single human being, but was rather forced to walk around the store with a walkman and be trained by a series of tapes that I can only guess were recorded in the 1980s. Then they expect me to be able to do everything and know where the hell everything is and know about different types of curtains. As if that wasn't enough bullshit to have to put up with, I ask for 20 hours a week and keep getting scheduled over 30. Why is this hard? I hand the damn woman a peice of paper where I have clearly described my availability in a lovely chart that a brain damaged monkey could understand, and she schedules me on days I can't work and times I can't work and I'd really like to know what the fuck she could possibly be thinking. Or drinking. And last week, when she scheduled me to be there until 11 and night and come in at 6 in the morning the next day, they have me on the top rung of a ladder counting over 300 hand towels for their fucking inventory. I get paid $8 an hour. That's not enough to have me up and down a ladder for 8 hours with less than 5 hours of sleep. And it's not enough to make me deal with these housewife bitches who don't want to stand in line for 5 minutes to return the nasty ass pillows that they blew cigarette smoke into before trying to return them. And it's not enough for me to put up with this bitch who can't figure out what "I'm available only on these specific days and times" means. At first when I thought that I was above retail, I thought I was being snooty. But I'm not. Anyone who graduated high school is above retail.
I'm officially looking for something else. Now.