The steps you take to get where you want to be.
Don't you love bullshit jobs to get you through college? Or to get you to wherever your goal is?
I left CEC and went to where I work now for one reason only. I don't like highly physical work. I'm not good at it. I'm generally a very physically weak person who is perpetually useless in picking up or carrying anything over twenty pounds. It's pathetic, but it's my lot in life. Receptionist jobs are pretty much answer the phone, make appointments, deal with clients, clean the front desk, right? And that's how it was when I started. As of today, and it had been leading up to this, Receptionists are no longer allowed to stand at the front desk. They are required to be doing something (Cleaning the entire retail shelves which entails taking everything off and putting it back on in the right order of course, scrubbing the windows, and there's a lot by the way, sweeping and mopping the floor, cleaning the bowls top to bottom, cleaning the breakroom, doing the dishes, doing the laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, etc). On top of these tasks we are to answer the phone, make appointments, check clients in and out, and generally take care of clients be it asking if they need a drink, etc.
Last time I checked I didn't sign up for "CEC: While wearing high heels". At least at CEC I got to wear sneakers and baggy clothes when scrubbing the floor, washing the windows, and cleaning dust off of all of the product. For instance on top of all that bullshit today, I had to plant flowers in dirt in front of the salon in high heels and a skirt. Yes, we're required to dress up appropriately for work, so while we're busting our ass we get to do it in heels that kill our feet and in clothing that doesn't move fluidly when busy. Fantastic! Why don't we just create a new torture device to wear while working? Oh wait, we already have that. It's called female dress attire.
Everyone says this will be better for my workplace, the return of our previous owner, oh and don't get me wrong, I like him a lot. I don't have any problem with him. In fact later tonight he called and asked me what I thought of the changes. Of course I lied. What else would you say to your owner? "No. I think this is bullshit, and you don't pay me enough." Yeah, that would fly real well considering I don't have a second job to fall back on right now.
You know the truth? I make less than ANY of my friends at this job, and originally that was okay because the job was fairly easy and it wasn't physically strenuous. Now though? I don't see the god damned point. I'm doing what all of my friends are doing, except in dress clothing. For the record, I don't make SHIT. I make less than HALF of what KT does, I make almost two dollars LESS than Tyler does, I make stupid amounts less than Rob does (put thats kind of a different story) and I'm positive I make less than Bobby, RD, Sherry, and so on. The only person I make more than (and I don't think I do anymore) was Jesse. But he was promoted to stock manager, so now he makes more than I do too.
I mean, what the fuck? I'm at poverty fucking level. My bills outweigh how much I make 90% of the time. I never have free money. I never buy myself anything over ten dollars if I even do that, and that's every three or four months. And you're telling me I have to do double the work, WITH NO RAISES, wearing dress clothing every fucking day?
And on top of it all, I hate the industry in itself. It's a superficial BULLSHIT industry that preys on peoples insecurities to make money. "Your face would look thinner with this..." The lines we fucking tell these people so that they'll shove more money in our fucking pockets. Do you know how many fucking tanned blonde 20-40 year old women come in Planet every fucking day? I can hardly distinguish between them, because they're all wearing the same clothes, have the same color hair, same make-up, same handbag, and same fucking snobby attitude. Four of the Dunbar cheerleaders on TV come into there, and whenever they do they're praised by the people that work there like Gods. Because they have a Lifetime TV series and are cheerleaders they're suddenly icons for our society. And for the record their Moms are total fucking bitches that are so high on their horses they drip snot on you from a distance. It's fucking ridiculous. I hate all of this shit. I hate pretending to give two flying shits about Britney's new baby or Christina Aguilera's plastic surgery from the bullshit trash magazines we get into work. And I really don't anymore. At first I did, to fit in more, but now I've just given up. I don't care. Fuck it. The next blonde, tanned little bitch I see is going to get a swift kick in the fucking face. God dam n I hate mainstream society. And there's no way to escape it! There's no way to get away from it without becoming a hermit and growing your own food out in the wilderness among the animals in a cabin with no electricity. Even in that case some fucking bastard would come out and find you to tax your ass!
God damn.
Fuck.
Shit.
Ass.
I'm pissy today.
I left CEC and went to where I work now for one reason only. I don't like highly physical work. I'm not good at it. I'm generally a very physically weak person who is perpetually useless in picking up or carrying anything over twenty pounds. It's pathetic, but it's my lot in life. Receptionist jobs are pretty much answer the phone, make appointments, deal with clients, clean the front desk, right? And that's how it was when I started. As of today, and it had been leading up to this, Receptionists are no longer allowed to stand at the front desk. They are required to be doing something (Cleaning the entire retail shelves which entails taking everything off and putting it back on in the right order of course, scrubbing the windows, and there's a lot by the way, sweeping and mopping the floor, cleaning the bowls top to bottom, cleaning the breakroom, doing the dishes, doing the laundry, cleaning the bathrooms, etc). On top of these tasks we are to answer the phone, make appointments, check clients in and out, and generally take care of clients be it asking if they need a drink, etc.
Last time I checked I didn't sign up for "CEC: While wearing high heels". At least at CEC I got to wear sneakers and baggy clothes when scrubbing the floor, washing the windows, and cleaning dust off of all of the product. For instance on top of all that bullshit today, I had to plant flowers in dirt in front of the salon in high heels and a skirt. Yes, we're required to dress up appropriately for work, so while we're busting our ass we get to do it in heels that kill our feet and in clothing that doesn't move fluidly when busy. Fantastic! Why don't we just create a new torture device to wear while working? Oh wait, we already have that. It's called female dress attire.
Everyone says this will be better for my workplace, the return of our previous owner, oh and don't get me wrong, I like him a lot. I don't have any problem with him. In fact later tonight he called and asked me what I thought of the changes. Of course I lied. What else would you say to your owner? "No. I think this is bullshit, and you don't pay me enough." Yeah, that would fly real well considering I don't have a second job to fall back on right now.
You know the truth? I make less than ANY of my friends at this job, and originally that was okay because the job was fairly easy and it wasn't physically strenuous. Now though? I don't see the god damned point. I'm doing what all of my friends are doing, except in dress clothing. For the record, I don't make SHIT. I make less than HALF of what KT does, I make almost two dollars LESS than Tyler does, I make stupid amounts less than Rob does (put thats kind of a different story) and I'm positive I make less than Bobby, RD, Sherry, and so on. The only person I make more than (and I don't think I do anymore) was Jesse. But he was promoted to stock manager, so now he makes more than I do too.
I mean, what the fuck? I'm at poverty fucking level. My bills outweigh how much I make 90% of the time. I never have free money. I never buy myself anything over ten dollars if I even do that, and that's every three or four months. And you're telling me I have to do double the work, WITH NO RAISES, wearing dress clothing every fucking day?
And on top of it all, I hate the industry in itself. It's a superficial BULLSHIT industry that preys on peoples insecurities to make money. "Your face would look thinner with this..." The lines we fucking tell these people so that they'll shove more money in our fucking pockets. Do you know how many fucking tanned blonde 20-40 year old women come in Planet every fucking day? I can hardly distinguish between them, because they're all wearing the same clothes, have the same color hair, same make-up, same handbag, and same fucking snobby attitude. Four of the Dunbar cheerleaders on TV come into there, and whenever they do they're praised by the people that work there like Gods. Because they have a Lifetime TV series and are cheerleaders they're suddenly icons for our society. And for the record their Moms are total fucking bitches that are so high on their horses they drip snot on you from a distance. It's fucking ridiculous. I hate all of this shit. I hate pretending to give two flying shits about Britney's new baby or Christina Aguilera's plastic surgery from the bullshit trash magazines we get into work. And I really don't anymore. At first I did, to fit in more, but now I've just given up. I don't care. Fuck it. The next blonde, tanned little bitch I see is going to get a swift kick in the fucking face. God dam n I hate mainstream society. And there's no way to escape it! There's no way to get away from it without becoming a hermit and growing your own food out in the wilderness among the animals in a cabin with no electricity. Even in that case some fucking bastard would come out and find you to tax your ass!
God damn.
Fuck.
Shit.
Ass.
I'm pissy today.