Why do I always love things everyone hates?
Not everything I love is what everyone hates
But damn, I pick them
I don’t even know I do
I like this thing
And then someone comes along to tell me how hated it is
Sorry
Again, I guess
Today was tame
People are back to buying stupid amounts of stuff
But it’s the season
And a bunch of things that our store was doing have once again been changed against our favour
My ability to give discounts has basically been gutted
And now I have to say no to customers
And I still haven’t heard anything about my accommodations
That they took away because it was “against store policy”
Forced me to get a form filled out for them
But they’ll take their time now that they have it
By the way the accommodation was me getting two fifteen minute breaks two hours apart instead of a thirty minute break
They’ve decided this is undue hardship
And my manager hates me as much as I hate her
Good
Saw her roll her eyes when I reminded her I needed to be off at exactly 2
Because I have a bus to catch that won’t wait and may come early
It was over walkie, so she didn’t see me seeing her
She was off yonder and I just so happened to see
It’s funny she’ll remind me I have to clock in at exactly 10, but I’m off at 2 and before this I was often not getting to clock out until 10 minutes later
And they don’t pay you for 10 minutes
So bye bye my time, but yours is sacred?
Fuck you and the institution you stand with
No concern for how my time has value
Or that I have a life to live after my shift
Man, life is fucked
I wish I could say this to her face
Into the web with it
My life and my time are not important to the business
So why exactly am I supposed to be loyal to this thing?
And she’s making fucking 3 minute long speeches over the walkie about increasing loyalty, while I’m stuck waiting for her to shut the fuck up so I can get a price check for one of those god damn loyalty customers!
You people are a cancer on the stores you claim to run
These stores run in spite of and despite you
Customer and employee alike hate you, head office, hate you, corporate bootlickers
Like fuck off I could do my job just fine for the year before your crusty ass took over store manager
But apparently increased sales wasn’t a good enough sign that things were going fine
It just wasn’t enough, was it?
Fuck
I don’t know, I started somewhere and now I’m here
And now I’m here, what am I doing here?
You don’t even know where I am now I haven’t described it
This isn’t where I want to be
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