fuck this job.com

Well, I was told today by the guy who runs the red kettle drive that we had to get more money put in the pot or else. I am perpleexed what am I supposed to do...mug little old ladies? After a hard day of standing out front and begging people for money, I went to my second job, the wonderful sport of dumpster diving. I found a nicejacket and a pair of shoes at my first stop and then hit up my favorite bakery and was excited to see that they were kind enough to toss out some chocolate long johns and a cake. Also gathered up about a trash bag full of cans, so looks like I'll have little change in the ol' pocket.

Man, it's been awhile since I last posted here, but I am still around. I have a job working as one of those guys ringing the bell outside the store. It is great fun. I get spit on, ran over by shopping carts and even one guy spilled a drink on. It's cold and freezing and I ring my little bell and watch people walk by doing all they can do to avoid dropping a nickle in kettle. I hate doing this but I have limited choices in the job market. I have been doing some dumpster diving, I can get lucky every now and then and hit the grocery store dumpster when they toss the old doughnuts, just a couple days ago I took home about six dozen so at least I had enough chow for a few days.

I was released from prison a few weeks ago after getting busted on some drug charges. I was guilty and admited so and took my punishment. The employment in this area was terrible and I got desperate and took some shortcuts to make some cash. It was great for a little while, lots of money, drugs and chicks. I'm not trying to make it sound cool, just letting you know what the attraction was, especially in a economically depressed area like mine. It was easier than going to my factory job and getting screamed at because I needed to take a piss or because it was my lunchbreak. It wasn't right but I was introduced to the lifestyle and it hooked me.

Just thought I would drop back in and give a quick update on my situation after quiting my job at the reatil center from Hell...

I will be starting my new job on Jan 3, it is at a local plant that supports the local auto industy here in my area. I will actually be getting great things like insurance and a 401k. I have friends who have worked there, they got me the job, and they love the place. They say it is busy work but as long as you do the job they will leave you alone. Has to better than where I was working.

In the meantime to make a few bucks I've been working for my uncle doing odd jobs, everything from shoveling snow (we had 19 inches) to installing hot water heaters. Just a pure cash job that gives me enough to make through the holidays along with my eBay money. To be honest, I can't remember when I felt so relaxed.

Well, I finally have had it. I reached my breaking point and called it quits. I don't deserve to go through all the abuse from an idiot with a degree fromn a online college and today I decided I had enough.

Today started like most normal days, I unloaded a truck and stocked a few shelves until idiot bossman decided it was time to arrive. The flu bug has been going on around here and we were very understaffed. So bossman expects me to do twice the work. Then three times. About noon he comes to me and tells me to mop the deli. So I go back and start mopping the deli. 20 minutes later he comes back and starts yelling that I am needed back in the stockroom. I look at him and say you told me to mop the deli. He tells me that I am stupid and worthless. While I stiopped myself from attacking him, I tossed the mop on the floor. He tells me to pick it up. I tell him to fuck off. He looks at me like I've lost my mind and backs up. I simply tell him to shove the mop up his ass. He says you can't talk to me that way. I just walk off, back to the breakroom area to clock out. I clock out and he meets me as I am walking back out. He asks me what is my problem. I tell him that the problem is that he is a fucking asshole. He turns red. I tell him that he is a worthless little fuck and if he has any balls he will follow me out to my car and we will see what happens. He just stand there, so I tell him he is a worthless pile of shit and I don't need his shit or this crappy job anymore. Then I tell him its been a pleasure and I left. I feel much better. I already have a job lined up working at a local plant making decent money starting in January, thanks to a friend, and I have enough cash to hold out until then.

Sorry for the lack of updates, I've been busy being held hostage by one of world's most well known retail stores...

This past weekend was a special shopping day for poor kids, and while it sounds like a good idea, you wouldn't believe how rude and mean these little bastards were. They ran through the store screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs, knocking things off shelves and removing items from the packages. The "chaparones" with them were uneffective in stopping this behaviour, so they dealt with it by ignoring it. One kid even vomited in an aisle. Guess who got to clean that up? Can't wait for Santa to visit this weekend. The little bastards will probably tip a few cars in the parking lot.

Well, today was a fun day that started at 4am for early stock. I worked until 9am stacking boxes and straightening shelves and all the other exciting tasks we stock people are stuck doing. To be hoinest it wasn't that bad early on because we had the night manager with us and he is a decent guy who pretty much leaves you alone as long as you get the job done. I can live with that. But 9am was the magic hour that bossman shows up and of course all hell breaks loose. One of the trucks didn't show up and he was having a shit fit. Kicking boxes and cursing at all of us, just stopping short of blaming the stockers for the truck not being there. As I was taking my break he stormed in and told me that I needed to go out and start mopping the aisles in the pet food section. I tell him that my break wasn't over for 12 more minutes, so he stands there and watches the clock tick forward and as soon as the 12 minutes passed he starts yelling for me to hurry my ass and go mop that fucking aisle. I just shook my head and went and mopped the aisle. As soon as I am done, he pages me back to the stockroom and wants to know why I didn't break down the boxes from the goods we shelved. I tell him because you told me to mop the fucking aisle. He looks at me and says what did you say? I tell him again, you told me to mop the fucking aisle. He tells me that I just earned a writeup and he storms off. Now it is nearing 11am and I am off at noon so I hope to just stay out of his sight. 11;30 and still no bossman. I busy myself with oddball tasks like refilling some endcaps and the like. 11:50, I start to walk to the back. Then I hear me being paged by the bossman. The truck has arrived, apparently it broke down in route, and I am needed to stay late and help unload it. I tell the bossman I'm tired and I have plans later. He tells me if I leave I should spend my time looking for a new job or I could stay unload the truck and he will forget about the writeup. SO I say fine, I'll stay. I work on unloading the truck until 1pm and finally I am ready to go home. Here comes bossman, tells me to wait a minute, and says I need to sign my writeup. I look at him like he is crazy and say you told me you wouldn't give me one if I stay late. He tells me that he changed his mind. He tells me sign it or I'm gone. I say fine I'm gone. I clock out and toss him my timecard. He looks at me like I am crazy.

I haven't posted for awhile because I haven't had time with all the Christmas season work I had to do, I've been working like a dog for the last several days with only enough time to take a nap and shower than it seems like I am right back in Hell again. The customers are getting ruder, what is it with all this so called christmas spirit why do these people yell and cuss us employees for things that we have nothing to do with. For example, this bitchy older woman , so fat that her knees slapped her gut as she waddled down the aisles asked me if we had any of the 20 inch tv's that were advertised in the flyer. I told her I didn't know which tv she was talking about so she rummages through her purse and pulls out a flyer that was from the day after thanksgiving sale where the prices were only good from 6am to 10am. I tell her that we have that tv but the price is changed because that was a limited time promotion and she calls me a liar and a son of a bitch. I told her I didn't have anything to do with it and she could talk to the manager or someone but I couldn't do anything about it. She called me a lazy bastard and waddled off. A half hour later the manager pages me back to his office. He tells me this lady said that I was rude and told her to go bother someone else. I was like what the fuck? He goes on to tell me that my job quality is down and that I need to start working harder and to treat the customers better. I just shook my head and he told me that I needed to get back down there and straighten up the shoe aisles. So I go back down and start to work and spend the next hour working on picking up all the shoes the lazy fuck customers won't put back on the shelves after they try them on, the manager comes storming towards me asking me what the hell I was doing, I was needed in housewares section and I better hurry my ass up. I go over there but I am stopped by another grouchy fatass woman, this one with five kids and a welfare check, demanding that I find out why the store was out of Gameboy Advance.

Well, today was another day in the fucking Hell I call a job. I was forced to mop floors and put toilet paper in the bathroom even though I am not the fucking lazy ass janitor. And that lame ass bitch gets paid more than me. I nhad to put up with dumb ass customers buying toys and food and complaining that their food stamps didn't cover part of the toys they were buying. I've got a job and I can't afford food and toys yet I am supposed to feel bad for these assholes? Get a job would be my retort but why bother? They live in section 8 housing and get goverment grants to pay their heat bill so what difference would a job make to these assholes? What I say!??

I worked today from 6am until 6pm. Twelve hours of retail Hell on the first official shopping day of the Christmas season. And the place was packed, completely packed with the biggest idiot shoppers of the year. Some were out for the special low priced dvd players that were about 5 bucks less than the normal price and others were just there to complain about how crowded the store was. And my nice manager was in his rare form.

My first runin with dickhead was when he started with needing some boxes broke down back in the shipping area and I was working on it but not fast enough for the child molester. He called me a slow son of a bitch and told me to get it done quick or I could go get a job at Arby's or something. The he stormed off. An hour later he had me putting some remote control cars out on a display rack and told me that it looked like shit and he could hire a retard to do it better.

As I mentioned in my last blog entery I had to work on Thanksgiving Day after being told I would be off because I had to cover for another employee who needed the day off. I have continued my acts of revenge...

It was a slow day at the store, most people were at home with their families eating turkey and watching football or movies while I was at work.
Early on a few people came through who needed things like beer or green beans but as it came closer to dinner hour the place grew slower and slower. The idiot boss was not around, just an assistant manager or two lingered so it was rather calm. In fact the assistant manager was so nice she let us have a frozen turkey dinner on our lunchbreaks for free. She is a nice lady,

Am I surrounded by idiots? I had to work nearly 13 hours today because tomorrow is Thanksgiving and my reward is, of course, to work on it too.
But today was interesting. I watched a customer start screaming because only one checkout lane was open this morning despite the fact many people were already shopping at 6:30am. The guy had one item and when told that he would have to wait behind people with carts loaded down he flung his item across the store and stormed out.
I wish I could do that. You see, we had four ladies that were supposed to be opening their lanes but instead chose to stand in the front of the store and let customers know they would have to wait. But that was just the start...

I just got home from my job and let me start by saying I am pissed. The boss told me that I have to work on thanksgiving from 7am until 7pm. This is after I had been promised the day off nearly a month ago. The reason? The person I am working for has family coming from out of town and since my family is from here and I see them all the time it shouldn't be that big of a deal for me to work. I'm not even working in my own department for christ's sake! And I too have family coming in from out of town. And it's not like I'm off on Friday or anyother day over the weekend, nothing but twelve hour shifts because of the big shopping holiday. THe family members coming in are leaving on Monday, so I won't even get to see them except in passing. What a load of shit.

I ran across this website while looking for some
other souls in the same situation as I. You see, I hate my job. I despise it. I can hardly stand the thought of punching the timeclock everyday. Especially at what they pay me, trust me it isn't much, and this place makes more money than any other company in the world. At least it seems like it. I work for a major retail chain, you know the super center type of place that has become popular over the last few years, selling everything from groceries to tires and while you wait for that oli change you can get your hair cut and get a quick family picture taken! I'm not a manager, just your average everyday stockroom guy who occasionally is thrust into whatever other department needs a hand. I'm also a parttime student. But maily I just work. IN Hell.