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I can't fucking do this job anymore. I can't. They fucking DRAFTED me into being a cashier; I was never consulted or even told directly about it, they just booted me out of produce under the guise of cross-training to be a cashier, except that I never went back to produce. My supervisor is a bitch (although she's been better, especially today, and apparently called a meeting last week sometime to apologize for how she's been acting the last couple of months; she's been going through a rough divorce, and has been taking it out on everyone). I can no longer take my break approximately when I want to, and instead have to wait until someone says "okay close for your break". I have to stand in one place, slightly hunched over, for at least four hours, which, with my physical condition and overall health, means that I'm in moderate pain by the three hour point and excruciating pain by the time I leave. There are a million things about the store that are incredibly inefficient and piss me and the customers off. My supervisor is still not really going with what I asked, which was 4-5 hour shifts (case in point, I have two five-and-a-half-hour shifts next week, including one for Christmas Eve). I talked to the hiring manager today about moving to another department; no one else really needs more people, except the front end (cashiers), and deli/seafood/bakery are usually looking for another person. That's it. I hit a point today where I honestly wanted to just walk out, because I was so uncomfortable, physically. I didn't, obviously, and I think I may have finally gone insane from it.
tl;dr, I feel like there are knives driving into my back and my heels, I just burst into tears and then stopped just as suddenly, and I really just want to quit and not ever go back, fuck the two weeks' notice bullshit. Instead I'm going to do as many online job applications as I can find, tonight, and try to survive the next few weeks without compulsively trying to off myself with plastic knives in the breakroom at work.
tl;dr, I feel like there are knives driving into my back and my heels, I just burst into tears and then stopped just as suddenly, and I really just want to quit and not ever go back, fuck the two weeks' notice bullshit. Instead I'm going to do as many online job applications as I can find, tonight, and try to survive the next few weeks without compulsively trying to off myself with plastic knives in the breakroom at work.