You can hang all the cool pictures and display all the posed action figures you like, but your cubicle still won’t be as cool as this guy’s cardboard castle. He completely closed off the entrance and even cut a little window and made a drawbridge. Can a moat be far behind?
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Hey there, RHU. McSparkles here, fresh from a very stressful day of work. Venting is required.
So I clocked in at 6 in the morning. Especially pleasant since I think I managed to get 20 minutes of sleep last night, so I'm running on pure adrenaline here. About 3 hours into my 8 hour shift, I get my break, and once I'm done with that, suddenly I'm out of adrenaline, and I'm waging war with my eyelids to keep from passing out in my window.
I ask the Store Manager if there's any way I could leave early, and she says she'll have to check the schedule. Ok, I'm down with that. About 30 minutes later, she hasn't given me an answer as to whether or not I can go, so I ask if she's checked the schedule yet.
I then see her turn to check the schedule. I go back to my window, since I have customers. another half hour goes by, and I've still heard nothing from her. So I ask her again if she's checked the schedule, and she finally tells me that I can't go.
So then, about an hour before I'm supposed to clock out, my Store Manager asks if I still want to leave early. I said sure, and she said as soon as I finished unloading receipt paper rolls, I could go. So I plow through that, and wait in my window for her to take my headset and send me home.
And I wait...
And finally, it's 2 - the time I was supposed to clock out anyway. I go find the Store Manager and politely remind her that she had told me I could leave early, and ask that if in the future, if it turns out I can't go early, that she at least let me know.
She starts getting irritated and says "Well, we got busy, and I can't psychic-ly know if we're gonna get busy. Besides, you can't just leave early because you're tired."
There's 2 things wrong with what she said (at least to me). Firstly, I know she can't see the future, but when she noticed that we had become busy, she could have let me know then. Especially since she was chilling in the office while everyone else was working.
Second, It wasn't because I was tired. Because I go into work tired every Saturday and Sunday, because someone decided to screw with my sleep patterns and schedule me to work evenings/nights Monday through Friday, but ass-crack of morning on weekends. It was because I was exhausted from getting barely any sleep, which caused me to be a queasy, nervous wreck trying not to fall asleep standing.
And even if I were on my best game, it doesn't change the fact that she had told me I could go early. I can understand if she had asked me to stay, but she just ignored me.
Maybe I'm overreacting, but it made me feel like a worthless worker drone as opposed to a valued member of the company. But I'm gonna cut the Store Manager a break this time. This is the first crappy thing she's done since she had her baby. Trust me, she was a lot worse when she was pregnant, so I'm willing to let this one transgression slide.
Anyway, day after tomorrow, the coupons for free smoothies and frappe's will be expired. I'll bet anyone here $10 that I'll still get a bunch of customers saying "Wait, I have this coupon..."
Until next time
I'm the only woman in the grocery department at the store I work at right now, and have been for three years, since the woman who trained me got transferred to another store. Anyways, none of that is really important right now, just know that I'm a first time poster, reasonably long time reader.
I come to you tonight, fellow retail slaves, with a confession. I will probably never, ever say this again in my life, but I honestly miss being behind a register.
Why, you ask? Because the biggest problem I have now with customers is them invading my personal space.
Case in point: today I was working dairy, and I was over stocking yogurt. We didn't have a lot of stock in, so I was pulling everything that I didn't have in stock towards the front of the shelves so the customers could get at it easily.
This guy and his two kids had been looking around at the yogurt for a while, trying to figure out what they wanted, when all of a sudden, the dad reaches OVER me as I'm pulling one of the lower shelves forward and only says "excuse me" after he gets his hands on the yogurt on one of the top shelves in the same area I'm working in.
There was no "I'm sorry," no warning... no nothing.
This isn't the only time this has happened. It's actually worse when I'm sitting on the floor trying to stock the bottom shelves in other aisles, because then customers (mostly men, actually) literally tower over me. And when I move away, they tell me "Oh, no, you didn't have to move!" Uh... yeah I did. Because I feel like you're going to step on me if I don't.
The only problem is, I don't really know what to say or do or whatever when people invade my personal space.
The store I work at is in a rich, affluent, (mostly) white suburb of Boston. Therefore, people have entitlement issues and are more likely to get uppity if I ask them to please not do that.Has this blatant invasion of space happened to anyone else? And why don't custys give any indication that they want something right where I'm working when I ask "Am I in your way?" I'm not really expecting an answer, it's kind of a rhetorical question. But either way, I'd honestly prefer if they did say "Yes, I need X right in front of your face" instead of "No [reaches and grabs X right in front of my face anyways]".
Also, does anyone have any tips where I could indicate just how inappropriate their actions?
That might be pretty much impossible, but it's worth seeing other peoples' opinions.
The best to my fellow retail slaves,
Talk about taking advantage of a Retail Slave in a sneaky underhanded way. Ex Target Slave Mike in Reno, Nevada sent us this picture of his discontent when he worked for them and volunteered to help clean up a Ronald McDonald camp. He thought he was going to be doing a selfless good deed until he got to the camp and Target Slave Drivers made everyone dress up in Target shit and work their balls off. Turned out to be a shameless promotion for Target to gain some charity-giving publicity. Bad, Target, Bad...excuse us while we barf. How about donating $20 an hour to the Slaves that modeled your logo all day!