I hate my job.
I have decided that, since I have so many appointments the week of July 4th, I'm going to be leaving my job July 1st, which means I will submit a resignation letter or whatever you call it on Saturday. I'm not 100% sure who to give it to, but I'm sure if I don't choose the right person, they can lead me in the proper direction.
Seriously, this job is just more frustration and racing around than I can take. It's not helping me get over my bronchitis, and the fact that the 339 pills I'm on are all doing various different things to me isn't helped by working, either. Of course, I don't really have to justify my reasons for leaving to you guys: you've heard me whine. And you won't think less of me for leaving after 7 weeks of employment. ... I hope.
Things I Will Be Glad To See The End Of:
1) MAD INSANE AFTERNOON RUSH. Someone opened the floodgates! EVERYONE GO CHECK OUT RIGHT NOW. The fact that I feel like I never have another associate taking off some of the load only exacerbates the madness of the throng. Usually, someone will come up when there's 5 people, check out 2, AND THEN FUCK OFF. Especially on the men's side - you're just lost if you're working over there, and I work both sides depending on where D.S. (you remember Does Stuff?) decides to put me. Anyway, it's just shitty, and I'm always getting customers dramatically sighing and going CAN'T THERE POSSIIIIIIIBLY BE MORE CASHIERS UP HERE??? COME ON, GIRL WHO RINGS PEOPLE UP AND HAS NO OTHER TRAIT, DIVINE ANOTHER CASHIER FROM THE AIR!!!!11 Not only am I racing to get people checked out and sacked up, but then the others are whining at me.
2) People who do stupid shit that results in either a voided transaction or them huffing off to Customer Service (which is ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK OF THE STORE OMG O NOEZ!!! I CAN'T WALK THAT FAR!!!!! I'm serious, I got this dumpy troll woman today who was plopped in one of those walker/seat things and she tossed a bag on the counter and said, "I want to return these." I said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't do returns up here. You'll have to go back to customer service in the northwest corner of the store." Indignation lights up her squinty eyes. "WHAT? I have to WALK all the WAY BACK THERE? Isn't there a back entrance we could drive around and go through?" "Um... no." "*huffily gets out of seat and shuffles at a snail's pace to her friend* I can't BELIEVE this. THIS is why I never SHOP here." And I hope you never come back! I'm all for helping out the disabled, but she was honestly just a complete bitch about it and was hoping I'd ferry her there, I guess) to get everything fixed. People are not only stupid, but greedy, and they crane their necks to see the monitor and make sure the stupid idiot 20-year-old girl checking them out isn't FLEECING THEM OUT OF THEIR PRECIOUS DOLLARZ. I really do think that some people come up with their purchases and expect me to give them to them for free. They will try to apply every discount they've ever heard of to their stuff, and they'll make me call various departments to get prices, only to decide they don't want the item once I've had someone else running around the shoe department or something. It's STUPID, but the b0rg's policy is that they will pretty much orally pleasure every customer who walks into the store.
3) Bitchy Old People. Old people are almost always the worst kind of customers. They are selfish, stingy and cold to people like it's 1953 all over again. They think Old People Discount Day should be EVERY day and they remind me over and over of their desired discounts and shove papers across the counter at me, and just pile things on top of the scanner, which is horrible because it's VERY SENSITIVE and it will be logging UPC codes that I have to delete one by one, which looks suspicious if you're too retarded to check the total and note that it's zeroed out, so of course the old people whine about that, too.
4) Piles of hangers. You wouldn't believe how irritating this is. I have 2 rods under the counter and usually a floppy gift box and I have to keep hangers sorted as straight shirt-type hangers, clipped pants-type hangers, and little-kids-crap/bra-and-panty/flip-flop hangers. Some people are INSANE and actually want these shitty hangers which is both a blessing and a curse, because it means I don't have any to add to my growing pile, but it also means i have to find a speedy way to shove shirts still on their hangers into a plastic bag. And I also hate k0hlb0rg's plastic bags, for they are Satan's tools. I get such a build-up of hangers very quickly because of the reasons above, and I sometimes just throw them and the extra bags all over the floor. Well, not sometimes. Always. I end up kicking them out of my way and just swimming in hangers and plastic sacks until I can take the hangers to the Almighty Cardboard Hanger Boxes and throw them in. Usually, one box is overflowing and I'm supposed to replace it, but I never have TIME because Bitchy McWhinesalot wants to buy 300 clearanced candles, 2 smelly doormats and 5 shirts with no price tags on them.
I keep buying cans of Coke from the machine at work because I haven't brought a drink, and it's refreshing with all that carbonation to chase the dryness out of my mouth. It's probably negating the calories that I'm sweating out on the sales floor, which is sad. I still haven't done anything about a gym, nor have I swam since before I got sick. I wish I could start losing weight before the Scones come to my house, but I keep having to remind myself that overweight people can still have fun. I ought to set up a whole healthy diet, and I've been trying to eat lots of fruit and whole grains and tuna and drink lots of water, but I need to haul my ass out of the computer chair and find the energy in me to go running or something after work. Work just makes me feel dead. X(
Been getting up too late in the mornings and coming home too late in the afternoon to call the women's center, but I need to because I'm sick of menstruating. I think I need some other pill entirely - this is just garbage.
I think I'm done complaining! Thanks for watching!
J.
Seriously, this job is just more frustration and racing around than I can take. It's not helping me get over my bronchitis, and the fact that the 339 pills I'm on are all doing various different things to me isn't helped by working, either. Of course, I don't really have to justify my reasons for leaving to you guys: you've heard me whine. And you won't think less of me for leaving after 7 weeks of employment. ... I hope.
Things I Will Be Glad To See The End Of:
1) MAD INSANE AFTERNOON RUSH. Someone opened the floodgates! EVERYONE GO CHECK OUT RIGHT NOW. The fact that I feel like I never have another associate taking off some of the load only exacerbates the madness of the throng. Usually, someone will come up when there's 5 people, check out 2, AND THEN FUCK OFF. Especially on the men's side - you're just lost if you're working over there, and I work both sides depending on where D.S. (you remember Does Stuff?) decides to put me. Anyway, it's just shitty, and I'm always getting customers dramatically sighing and going CAN'T THERE POSSIIIIIIIBLY BE MORE CASHIERS UP HERE??? COME ON, GIRL WHO RINGS PEOPLE UP AND HAS NO OTHER TRAIT, DIVINE ANOTHER CASHIER FROM THE AIR!!!!11 Not only am I racing to get people checked out and sacked up, but then the others are whining at me.
2) People who do stupid shit that results in either a voided transaction or them huffing off to Customer Service (which is ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK OF THE STORE OMG O NOEZ!!! I CAN'T WALK THAT FAR!!!!! I'm serious, I got this dumpy troll woman today who was plopped in one of those walker/seat things and she tossed a bag on the counter and said, "I want to return these." I said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't do returns up here. You'll have to go back to customer service in the northwest corner of the store." Indignation lights up her squinty eyes. "WHAT? I have to WALK all the WAY BACK THERE? Isn't there a back entrance we could drive around and go through?" "Um... no." "*huffily gets out of seat and shuffles at a snail's pace to her friend* I can't BELIEVE this. THIS is why I never SHOP here." And I hope you never come back! I'm all for helping out the disabled, but she was honestly just a complete bitch about it and was hoping I'd ferry her there, I guess) to get everything fixed. People are not only stupid, but greedy, and they crane their necks to see the monitor and make sure the stupid idiot 20-year-old girl checking them out isn't FLEECING THEM OUT OF THEIR PRECIOUS DOLLARZ. I really do think that some people come up with their purchases and expect me to give them to them for free. They will try to apply every discount they've ever heard of to their stuff, and they'll make me call various departments to get prices, only to decide they don't want the item once I've had someone else running around the shoe department or something. It's STUPID, but the b0rg's policy is that they will pretty much orally pleasure every customer who walks into the store.
3) Bitchy Old People. Old people are almost always the worst kind of customers. They are selfish, stingy and cold to people like it's 1953 all over again. They think Old People Discount Day should be EVERY day and they remind me over and over of their desired discounts and shove papers across the counter at me, and just pile things on top of the scanner, which is horrible because it's VERY SENSITIVE and it will be logging UPC codes that I have to delete one by one, which looks suspicious if you're too retarded to check the total and note that it's zeroed out, so of course the old people whine about that, too.
4) Piles of hangers. You wouldn't believe how irritating this is. I have 2 rods under the counter and usually a floppy gift box and I have to keep hangers sorted as straight shirt-type hangers, clipped pants-type hangers, and little-kids-crap/bra-and-panty/flip-flop hangers. Some people are INSANE and actually want these shitty hangers which is both a blessing and a curse, because it means I don't have any to add to my growing pile, but it also means i have to find a speedy way to shove shirts still on their hangers into a plastic bag. And I also hate k0hlb0rg's plastic bags, for they are Satan's tools. I get such a build-up of hangers very quickly because of the reasons above, and I sometimes just throw them and the extra bags all over the floor. Well, not sometimes. Always. I end up kicking them out of my way and just swimming in hangers and plastic sacks until I can take the hangers to the Almighty Cardboard Hanger Boxes and throw them in. Usually, one box is overflowing and I'm supposed to replace it, but I never have TIME because Bitchy McWhinesalot wants to buy 300 clearanced candles, 2 smelly doormats and 5 shirts with no price tags on them.
I keep buying cans of Coke from the machine at work because I haven't brought a drink, and it's refreshing with all that carbonation to chase the dryness out of my mouth. It's probably negating the calories that I'm sweating out on the sales floor, which is sad. I still haven't done anything about a gym, nor have I swam since before I got sick. I wish I could start losing weight before the Scones come to my house, but I keep having to remind myself that overweight people can still have fun. I ought to set up a whole healthy diet, and I've been trying to eat lots of fruit and whole grains and tuna and drink lots of water, but I need to haul my ass out of the computer chair and find the energy in me to go running or something after work. Work just makes me feel dead. X(
Been getting up too late in the mornings and coming home too late in the afternoon to call the women's center, but I need to because I'm sick of menstruating. I think I need some other pill entirely - this is just garbage.
I think I'm done complaining! Thanks for watching!
J.