We're Through.
Dear Target,
Sadly, our relationship barely lasted a month. But while thinking about it, I'm surprised it last that long.
Some of your other teammembers are the rudest people I've ever met, like Deloris. How can someone with such a sweet old lady name turn out to be such a bitch? And I couldn't stand some of the other people I worked with, like the smelly kid who asked me to cover his shift for his game, or the cupcake girl who was obsessed with Green Day, or the stupid indie douche bag that wore red bands shirts like Halifax and had that stupid haircut, or the Indian kid who never said "thank you" when you took his reshop or hangers. And the work I did for you also wasn't very challenging. Scan. Scan. Scan. Rescan. Scan....the monotony is what doomed us from the very start. The pay sucked, too. And what kind of perk is 10% off? You think your 10% off is really any help, especially when it only works when you pay with cash or the Target card?
Target, I bet you thought the greeting idea was really good, like when us cashiers would have to stand on the outside of the lane waiting for people to check out. Do you realize exaclty how pointless and irrelevant this manuver was? We stood there like idiots, and people didn't know if our lanes were open or not because they didn't see us standing next to the register (not to mention, if the cashier behind us had a full lane, we still had to stand there, which was also in the shoppers' way).
And, why oh, why counldn't anyone ever get my schedule straight? Every week I was down to work during the time I'm in class. And let's not forget today how after I called out for a 4-10 shift I get a call at 4:50 asking if I can come in early to work....what the fuck is that?!?!
So Target, tomorrow I will come by to pick up my things (aka my paycheck) and then we will part our ways for good (but I'm keeping my name tag and the discount card hoping it will still work after I leave you).
Sincerely,
Garrett