March 28, 2013 - buster
10 years as a Target slave
For Better or worse, I Q U I T Target!! If you are young and looking for a job to hopefully advance in a retail career….DON’T WORK FOR TARGET!!! Do anything else, there has to be SOMETHING BETTER!!
Let me warn those young in”s with my story! I signed up for Target for holiday help when I needed to find a second job working some nights and weekends. I am not a young kid but an adult—just needed some extra money for the houshold. I have worked many retail jobs in the past so bascially the job would require keeping the place clean, assisting customers and doing some lite cashier help when needed…no big deal….I chose Softlines because I worked more in clothing depts in the past.
BOY! were my eyes opened on my first day. Keeping the place clean….well I know customers can be messy but I was unprepared for some incidents. Teen gangs who came in high as a kite, throwing food on clothes—food on YOU!! purposely messing up your department and laughing at you as you picked up—-security? Oh Yeah! something goes wrong–call security! The mall cops may come over and talk to you..if not, they will call and tell you “to watch them and report if they steal” But they will do NOTHING to the teens as the walk out the door laughing and waving at people! assisting customers? …..First, Target requires you to act like some trained dog, by demanding that you approach the customer and say a ridiculous robotic saying “Can I help you find something?” And if they ever catch you NOT saying it, God help you—you get called into Personnel and some manager looks at you like a Nazi officer and degrades you because you were not “doing the Target way” of things. Closing time? Your schedule says 7:00 to !!;00 pm—-11:00 pm? FORGET IT! When you complete your job, putting back 9 carts of re-shop and straighting your dept to a fine neat (hide the diamonds) row and finger space hangers of clothing—you look at the cloock anf say “well my shift is finally over” My co-workers looked at me and burst out laughing! They let me in on the big secret and said that they lock the workers in until ALL departments were done. That means that you will stay until maybe 1:00 am or 2:00 am or until the managers see it fit for you to leave. They will lock the back door and turn on the alarm so that you don’t get out unless someone opens the door. They will give you the cock a manie excuse that “it’s for your own safety because we must leave together in that dark dark parking lot. Yeah right!
Raises? I was prepared for low pay but after working and busting my asss with sweat rolling down my Target approved red shirt–I received a “fair” job approval rating and my reward for my services was 10 cent raise…Oh I was more lucky than most—many received 5 cents or less (1 girl received a penny–no joke!–the reason, their budget didn’t have enough money–ha ha har de har har!) for busting their buns!
Red cards?–forget it! I don’t care how much they yelled at me about it–I didn’t put any effort into scamming customers into further debt. Beside when they thrust the applications at you, you weren’t trained with any answers like how much were they interest rates on the cards etc….just sign them up kid and maybe we’ll mention that you are a good worker to your collegues if you get more that 10 applicants….maybe you’ll get a $10 gift certificate—wow z woo woo!!
There is the usual back stabing and boot licking—some stores have it more than most. Some managers are…well…there souls are lost. They think like Target robots…MUST follow every rule and if not they hand write ups out like Grandma’s cookies and dump all the work on the poor saps that they know will do the work. Then there are the suck ups who would turn in their own mother just to get any type of palty reward and hope to move ahead. Usually the workers who received the most accomidations were the ones to watch out for. But the jokes on them because if they ever get to manager positions—some get betrayed by their own group of jackels —so I say “let them eat cake”
Cashiers…..I never understood why Target never hired any cashiers that were needed. While you were merrily breaking your back on the floor, you would receive a call to go to the check lines—if the manger ever caught you shirking your duty, you were written up or treated with “extra work” like a prisoner on a rock pile. But go you must and you were expected to do all your work in the meantime. So you ask innocently why they don’t hire more cashiers? They will moan that the store just doesn’t make any sales goals (even though the lines are out the door each nite with paying customers) to finance extra help.
Well, I endured all of this…Yes, I admit it–I needed the money (Mea Culpa) But finally I realyzed that I was not a spring chicken any more—my knees, and hands developed arthrittis. My mother started having strokes and need extra care. I know target was NOT going to be understanding whe n I told them–instead I was given extra work watched more carefully and Never NEVER permitted to lean or sit when my knees gave out. I finnaly saw that light….after 10 years…It’s time to go, I DID NOT want to be fired! So when I left, I felt like a kid getting out of school!
I am not going to end on an entirely sour note….There are very GOOD people working at Target…just working people trying to make a buck to pay the rent or buy their kids something extra for Christmas. I will miss them! and hope that the existing Target gods will be kind to them. But I will never ever want to work for something like that again and pray that the world of retail will not be heading into existing stores like that in the future—–God bless and Good Luck to All!