I'm back from unemployment to talk about how I'm now working in..... retail purgatory. Not quite retail hell (ok it is. but I have the freedom to swear as much as I damn well please and see next to no customers). The stock room! I now work exclusively in a stock room and have explained (and sadly showed) my anxiety issues and apparently there's some semblance of a heart beating somewhere in the corporate corpse; because a young, smiley adult I may appear to be- I am not forced to have my soul sucked from that forced grin by customers. Ever.
My main stories here are one in passing that happened to a coworker, and a general whining about lack of communication and organization and understanding from the overlords in the far off palace of 'f-u-we-own-your-soul-for-minimum-wage-shitlords'. (Really not that bad for me though. I'm so lucky right now)
In passing; we had a hectic day pre-Christmas. Reorganizing the 'back room' which is more of a second store in size. So a very haggard very needed break has me rushing to grab money so I can get something from the vending machine- and I slow as I walk past a coworker practically curled up on the floor sobbing. I really wish I could say I was a good person and helped her up and walked with her and our manager she was with, but I was frazzled and exhausted and near sick because of meds I need to take with food and still adjusting to the new routine.
I hovered after I got something and heard a snippet of the story. 'Unreasonable crusty' was the gist and I jokingly offered to go beat them up since I was clocked out, 'but for real I'm off the clock if you'd feel better walking out with more people'- as our manager was offering that too.
She ended up able to calm down and get a ride home safely- which confused the hell out of me because 4 ish hours earlier we both were talking about how we had 8-10 hour shifts that day. But I get it, sometimes an upset is the final straw and you need to tap out and recoup.
Turns out the crusty straight up threatened her life, and was basically going full nuclear and was told to leave by more than one manager. Needless to say, when she managed to come back in a few days later she got lots of hugs and offers to swap areas and told her just walk to the back or the office if that fuckwit came back and get a manager to deal with them. Unfortunately I don't know anything else after that. She still works here, and I see her in passing a lot and she seems ok, which I'm happy about.
Other than that, the stockroom is fun. I'm called upon for a lot of grunt work/shit nobody likes doing because I'm the new guy, the adjustment/hazing period was ROUGH (might share more later). But I haven't had as tough a time as I have before. Could fully be the stars aligning for now, my anxiety and other conditions are playing nice even when they're acting up, and I have a huge relief of some assisted income so I'm not as stressed or pushing myself too hard.
I've only had to call out once in 3 months so far; which is pretty good. It was a combination of a fever and being overwhelmed and I ended up going the next day even though I was still sick and feverish- the messaging system and organization is awful. I woke up sick in the middle of the afternoon the day before, after getting home from a shift where I was dazed out half the time, and woke up after very little sleep to both leave a message on a machine and again an hour later to a flesh-and-blood human manager- good old nervousness making me untrusting of just one or the other- and I STILL got a call an hour after my shift started asking why I wasn't there. It got explained and worked out, but I was so frustrated with it I still burn beet red talking to any of the higher ups involved even though it was all ok. Good ol' past jobs that make you feel like everything was your fault.
But, for now, the fact I can cuss like the shitty little sailor I always wanted to be, and it being a quiet behind the scenes job that keeps me running til I'm too tired to overthink but not so much so I get flattened is keeping it a good thing. Totally helps too that our store has several huge signs basically spelling out "if you're a shit or going to start shit go home, our employees are people too and deserve to be safe at work" (not entirely sure if they're corporate approved but hey, I like.)