September 12, 2013 - hashketchum
I’m in my last 7 days
Next Tuesday, I will walk out of Target for the last time. Upon arriving home, I will throw out all 4 red shirts, the sweater I never wore, my one pair of khakis, my nametag, and 4 of 5 box cutters. Oh yea and my old New Balances that I wore almost every day.
I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have a target on my back than have Target on my back. It’s time for a new stage of life.
No more CAFs, no more backstocking, no more -10 degree freezer, no more lazy teammates, no more stupid “guests,” no more vibing, no more ETLs telling me how to do a job that they’ve never done, no more ETLs talking to grown men and women like children.
No more of any of that stuff! Target is so over-standardized that anybody who can read and write English could succeed in any position. It’s a make work job where free thinking and asking questions is looked down upon. People who work hard are shitted on and the people who have friends in management get it nice and easy no matter how much of a shitty job they do.
Being the nice guy I am, I put in my two week notice. They keep asking me to come in early, stay late, or come in when I’m not scheduled at all. One more of those and I might just walk, but I’m still there for now. I love how the HR guy keeps asking me if I want to take back my notice. They know they’re losing a heavy hitter. I love the feeling of depriving this god-awful company of a good worker. I’ll admit I wasn’t the best employee though.
My God, next Tuesday can’t come fast enough!