This story was originally posted on June 03, 2010.
I hit a wall today. Literally, actually.
I ended up punching the paneling in the truck, which, while not a great decision, is far better than punching the asshole custy that made me so mad.
Hellmart is living up to its name spectacularly. Three of us in the department put in for a recently vacated job that has a marginal raise. It's the one I've been doing, working in Connections. I like Connections, I do it anyway, I've told management I wanted to switch to it, so today, guess what?
I trained the new girl.
The three of us that put in for it have worked there for more than 3 years, and we were all thwarted by a newbie that thus far makes our former employee that snuck out to Starbucks frequently look productive.
To add insult to injury, I've been told that I have to continue training her, and that I have to continue doing Connections. Without the raise, and without the better hours.
That's not just a slap in the face to all three of us, making ME train Dumbass IV is like getting bitch slapped repeatedly by a stegosaurus.
And that was just the beginning of a hellacious fucking day.
One of the pseudo-dipshits (ahem, managers) brought out two carts for me specifically to work. I used to be The Closer, but with my fucked up hours, I haven't closed in awhile. Whoever has been closing has left a lot of shit, which, naturally, I had to work. Because, you know, a few months ago I was The Closer.
The better part is that for half an hour, it was just me and the newbie, and my BRILLIANT manager told me to stay on the carts and have "A" walk the floor and help customers.
A doesn't know where or what anything is, but I'd been working with her on the carts and she had a pretty decent grasp on how to deal with the crap, but no, I had to continue the carts and SHE was sent to help. Fucking brilliant. Basically, I got nothing on the cart done until another coworker showed up because I had to help A out.
Oh, right, dipshit fuckface managers. (A side note, I got mad at an overnight manager and started calling her FuckFace or FF for short. Now a good majority calls her FF and she can't figure out why!)
The custys were absolutely out of control today too. Yelling, screaming, running around, knocking things over, whining, climbing on things - and those were just the adults. It was a drunken frat house mentality. I had people yelling at me to speak up, when I was practically yelling. It was migraine inducing volume level type shit.
But then, of course, when it couldn't get any worse, it did.
Jackass de la Fucker came in.
I was helping these pretty nice people out with a TV (the only thing irritating was the man's insistence on calling me kiddo, but honestly, they were pretty cool people!) and it so happened that the one TV they decided on was the one TV that I didn't have. Fan-fucking-tastic. Instead of throwing a fit, they waited patiently while I called the nearest Hellmart.
While on the phone, a not so nice guy (but still not as bad as Jackass) demanded to be cashed out. I hate being on the phone and cashiering because I feel it's rude to the person in front of me, but I did it anyway.
Then Jackass came up. (I'm on hold at this point) "DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT COMPUTERS?" (Bear in mind, he's less than a meter away)
I'll be the first to admit I'm not a super techie, but I know a fair amount about them, and all anyone needs to know about what we carry, so I say, "I do, what's your question?"
"WHAT KIND OF ANTI-SOFTWARE BESIDES NORTON DO I GET?"
Uh, what? Hey, Megaphone, try turning the volume down and coming up with a coherent sentence, aight?
"I - "
"WHAT DO YOU USE?"
"OH REALLY? WHY? I HAD THAT. I DON'T WANT THAT!"
"Okay, in my experience, McAfee didn't work as well as I expected, but some people really love it. Kaspersky has been rated highly, and -"
"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, DO YOU, GIRL? GOD!"
I'm shocked, honestly, so all I can say is, "Excuse me?"
He laughs and says, "Never mind, you're too stupid to understand anyway."
Why don't you go fuck yourself in the deepest part of hell, buddy? Actually, don't, I seem to work there. But go fuck yourself anyway.
No, I didn't say it. Thankfully the lady finally came back on the phone and I was able to get good news back to my cool custys.
Then I went in back and punched the truck. Possibly more than twice.
I'm far from stupid. I tested post high school on every standardized test in first grade. I skipped 5 grades until I had to change schools where they didn't have an IEP and based your grade off your age. I work at Hellmart because I have to - because I chose to give up a very expensive private university to move across the country so I could help out my mother. I'm slowly getting my life back on track, but I assure you, I'm not at Hellmart because I have no other option in life. And yes, I am bitter. I'm angry. I gave up everything, and all I have to show for it is a SHITTY job where I have to train idiots to do a job I begged for. Oh, and more debt.
Don't you dare insult my intelligence, you motherfucker. We slaves put up with a lot of shit, but we should never have to put up with someone calling us stupid.
So now I have a bruised up hand, and I'm mad as hell, and I just want to crawl under the covers and not come back out.
This whole steaming pile of bullshit that's been dumped on me is just too much.