I've been thinking a lot about things. One...This mound of candy next to me tells me that I should be ready to for bed...But the clock on the other side of me is begging me... " We have a WHOLE NEW hour coming in tonight Collette...Don't bother!" and thus why I'm sitting here staring at the screen like I was waiting for it to provide some answer for my sleepiness.
Today started out so nice at work. I was soo happy to be opening and the cashiers where great! We played games, got a lot of work done and had total fun doing it! But than things go bad. Another co-worker, another supervisor, decides that she has to leave. Leave? It's ok, because the day before I told her it was okay. Now however, I have huge back up on the lanes and this is the first real rush I've ever dealt with...And apparently I'm supposed to do it alone! Where did she go you ask? Her grandson was getting his pictures taken, so she said she has to be there to make him smile or he won't. This all being done in the mall down the street...1hr you would think? 2.5 hours this takes her and well she's gone I'm left with some of the most crudest nastiest things to have come out of the lanes yet.
1. Shit. Somebody shit all over the bathroom and I had to clean it up. Sure I've meet some poop once before, but this was like no poop before. I tried SO hard not to throw up I gagged myself trying to keep it down I believe I must of pulled some sort of muscle in my stomach, which left me with a odd crinked feeling on me for a while. People all the while are SCREAMING about how I can't " Just shut the bathroom" And that it's " Against the law" balh balh blah...I just laughed and was all...." Somebody had a rather large and messy accident that has spread three stalls over, Your welcome to go right in...( Holding the door open just enough to where they could see the nice log like item that was chilling smack dab in the middle of the restroom.)" Sure enough, 1-2 people pushed me out of the way to get to the open stall telling me that " You can't keep me from the bathroom, MOVE" which I almost thought was funny...Almost.
2. The cashiers are nice for the most part...But there are those whom I want to strangle because apparently I have NO CLUE how to do my job and they must tell me. This occurs every guest, every question, every glance there way...I'm doing " It' all wrong"
3. Three guests from HELL! One whom told me to my face that I was a " Lieing BITCH" and another whom wrote a two page complaint about a team member and myself, and than yelled at me for 10 min when I refused to reprimand the employee in front of her.
3. I burned myself so badly on my bath wither, that I have blisters on my toes.
4. The co-worker from hell Whom shall be referred to as " Gstl-zilla" took it upon herself ( Herself being a team member who hasn't even worked for target 5 months) to train me on basic cashiering and other basic knowledge I didn't know because apparently I was and am stupid up to this point. Well all...You know, I'm my two years at Target, through all 8 departments I've trained and worked in...I never know that Saturday's where busy, and Oh my gosh! Did you know that there are things known as " Bursts" of guests? Sometimes it's busy in the store....Sometimes it's not! Aghhh! EVERYTHING she said today, she just told me flat out that I don't know what I'm doing! She tells me that " Your doing it all wrong, if your even doing it at all apparently!" I just wanted to yell and scream in her face.." HELLO!!! DO YOU SEE ANYBODY HELPING ME WITH THIS SHIT??? DO YOU SEE SKIP STANDING HERE NEXT TO ME TO ANSWER QUESTIONS?" but I didn't yell at her. I asked calmly what I did wrong, and asked her to help me through some of the things I was un-aware of. After being lectured again on my age and how this " Un-responsible" behavior comes with being 19, I decided to call it a night...Only to be dead tired and run out of gas on my way home!
Oct 30, 2004
Just shoot me!
Posted by collector at 11:38 PM
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i feel your pain. I have had many of days like that.
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