Let me just start by saying if you read my earlier posts on this site, I really didn’t hate any higher ups. In fact, I looked up to them and one day wanted to be them. When I first read this site, I couldn’t imagine how any managers or workers could be so awful to all of you. And I’m so sorry for doubting you guys. Today I think is the day I’m job hunting. It’s been a long seven months and I’ve watched my brand new target go from something I was so proud to be a part of to something only nightmares could conjur up. Over the past few months, my STL has become a prick. Honestly, I feel like everyone higher up actually. But the funny thing is, they’re only pricks to MY team. I don’t get why instocks has to be the bitch of the store and take on the workload of so many teams, but we do. And of course they’ll be the hardest on the trainer right? Guess who that would be. Me. When the TL isn’t around, ohhhhh they come to me.
So the other day, as my coworker and I were shooting outs in cosmetics, after being there nearly the entire shift, we had a LOVELY guest. As you all know, I hate guests. However, I extra hate extra bitchy guests who think they are right. Don’t tell me the guest is always right, because trust me, this bitch was fifty shades of fucked up.
Guestzilla – Where are your electric can openers?
So, I’ve come to realize that I don’t hate my job at all. I don’t hate my ETLs, my TLs, or even my STL. They all have their moments, but so do we. What makes me want to slit my veins with a red razorblade are guests. They are the biggest pieces of shit this world has ever seen. And I have to partially blame Target because we spoil these scums. They refuse to even LOOK for anything, they want you to do their fucking shopping for them. Listen cunt, I’m not your personal shopper.