November 6, 2011 - etbow23
Oppressive work environment
Target isn’t the worst job I’ve ever had. I’ve had worse. Nonetheless it is a job that I dread going to today. The management is oppressive and often semi-illiterate, and the customers are often very rude.
Today when I arrived my manager confronted me and said “I expect 2 red cards from you today, you’re working eight hours”. I corrected her, telling her that I was only working five hours that day. Sometimes I feel as if when I do actually get red cards, I get no recognition. At most, I get a stupid “spot” card. It’s like, they pressure you so much, then when you actually do it, no one says anything, not even a good job. The other day one manager was pressuring me at the beginning of my shift. I got a red card later and told him, and he was like “good” or something like that and kept walking.
I notice with a few managers…they honestly are very unintelligent. Not all, but it seems a few are. I see how they often write with incorrect grammar/misspelled words. This is good…things go out of their mouths and usually it’s forgotten. They are not a sponge like me, sadly. I am destined to soak up all the hate from around me. In terms of customers. lol.
If you are standing still for a second, expect to be hounded, even if there is nothing to do. So, usually I just pretend to do something, to avoid being bossed around…once, the LOD told me to walk around the store (I’m a cashier) and ask people, “Can I help you?”–to make matters worse, my GSTL gave me a handful of red card brochures to hand out. I didn’t. Lol. And of course, they ended up calling me for back up (helping the other sole cashier they left with the line).
As for customers, there are some that are nice. Of course. But then there are some that have treated me as though I am lower than dirt. As a matter of fact, I’m a student, this isn’t my career destiny. I’ve been cursed at, ignored, forced to listen to someone’s loud cell phone conversation while I’m ignored, talked to like I’m an idiot, forced to count out mountains of change, given empty slimy bottles/wrappers from spoiled children for me to ring up and throw away, I’ve had people refuse to leave my line so I can take my break or go home, been blamed for money that was thrown on the belt going under the conveyor belt, and otherwise treated like a nobody. All I can say, sometimes this job makes me hate people and their ignorance—their use of double bags for 1/2 pound items, their out-of-control spawn, their packaged and sugar-filled foods. On the bright side, it’s taught me to believe strongly in karma, and how the energy that you give off to others around you…it’s a strong indicator of who you are.