Call me Katiedid, because... well just because, I guess. My story comes from when I was a newbie at working, still full of hopes and dreams that I would have the best job out there. That dream got smashed pretty quick.
My first job was at a place called Zellers. I'm not afraid to use the real name because I'm in their no-hire records anyways, so I don't care. Zellers is a part of the Hudson's Bay Company, which is a huge corporation here in the great white north of Canada. So, I was hired end of November in eleventh grade, having never worked anywhere but a summer camp in my life.
On one of my first days I got a comment along the lines of 'oh her soul hasn't been sucked out yet'. I should have known then that it would be bad.
It started out okay, the managers were fairly friendly, the work didn't seem too bad, but then the holidays rolled on. Oh my freaking god. I don't know what the hell is wrong with people sometimes, but I was brought to tears on a regular basis because of people yelling at me over prices or some other shit.
My biggest headache though was the credit card program. You know, the kind with a fuckload of interest that they want you to get people to sign up for? Yeah, those ones.
I'm kind of shy, and I don't like confrontation, so whenever I'd ask if they wanted to sign up for the card, the looks of death and the nasty responses would send me scurrying for cover.
Eventually I just stopped asking, which is not good, because the managers wanted all of us to get someone to sign up for the card at least once during our shift. This, when I think about it now, is bullshit. We're not a big city, we're not a bustling hub that gets new people coming in regularly. If people come into our store, they've usually been there before and have the card, or don't want it.
I started dreading work so badly after a couple months, to the point where I could feel my stomach knotting on the way to work every day. I don't think it's right that you should dread work that much and I feel for anyone stuck in that sort of job. The managers were always all over us about the cards and one day even threatened to make us wear these dorky reindeer antlers if we didn't get an application. I think that was just downright cruel. In addition to this, even after the holidays I was getting 25 hour weeks. I know that's not a lot when you compare, but I was in school full-time, with hard courses, and it was getting to the end of the semester. I was stressed out beyond anything I'd ever been in my life.
Even with all this I threw myself into the job. I was friendly, polite, I followed the rules, I came in when they called on my days off. I even came in during a goddamn snowstorm!! But what did this amount to in their eyes?
I got laid off when my end of probation came around, all because I couldn't get the goddamn credit cards. Even when I tried I couldn't get them, and I did everything else well, even going above and beyond. Here's the thing though, one of the other stores had closed, and so we had all the people that used to work there working with us, so we were overstaffed. Coincidence?
You know what though, I'm kind of glad for being laid off, because I wouldn't have had the nerve to quit and would have had a nervous breakdown eventually. I have now been working at a fast food restaurant that wants you to be 'lovin' it' for the last three years and while it has its own nastiness, I'm a whole lot happier.
Just goes to show you there's a silver cloud in everything.