First off, I don’t “hate” Target, I just hate the unrealistic goals some of the LOD’s set for you. I currently work hardlines for Target in Florida, the  job itself is easy, push pulls, work re-shops help guests, or at least that’s how it used to be. First off, my store only schedules one hardlines team member during the day on weekdays, that just started happening recently, so whoever opens is basically responsible for pulls, reshops, back-up cashiering, cart runs, covering electronics breaks and whatever else the LOD’s pawn off on you. I try and work as fast as I can to get all the tasks done they set for me, but at the end of the day if you’re having me build endcaps, back-up cashiering for 30 mins(since they’re too cheap to schedule more than one cashier during the day), cover the electronics team members 30 and two 15s, do two or three cart runs(since our guy doesnt come in until 3), take my own breaks ANDDD work 10 carts of reshop, shit is going to get backed up, pulls aren’t going to get pushed, and “Can I help you find something” is gonna fall by the wayside. LOD’s don’t care though, all they can say is “You aren’t working fast enough, use your sense of urgency”. Thats why I have very little respect for some of them, they all know the extra crap I have to do, yet all they care about is their agenda.

I used to like helping guests but now they just get in the way, and my time just that much more stressful.

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And now, I present to all of you….well, you read the headline.  They aren’t in any particular order.

— It’s a little bit after 10 PM, and I’m making my rounds at one the corners far away, and across the street is some trendy sports bar.  A bunch of drunk guys (I presume to be Navy personnel) ask me if I know of any good titty bars in the area, and if I want to join them.  Strange.  Then I told them, “You’re in Virginia, so there is no such thing as a ‘titty bar’ here (dancers don’t lose their tops).  And I don’t need ’em anyway, because I have no trouble getting laid.”  Then I go back to grabbing carts.

— Somebody left the cart pusher at the the cart doors in front, and I’m guessing it was the guy who did the shift before me.  And nobody had a key to give me to move the thing.  By this time, I already didn’t give a fuck, so I just worked my whole shift and left that piece of shit there after the store closed.

— A loud woman comes up to me as I’m pushing carts inside.  “‘Scuse me, sir.  ‘SCUSE ME!!”  I just looked at her, and I’m working while I’m sick and just say, “Did you want something?”  She asks me if I could give her a jump start.  All she gets from me is, “Ma’am, I’m just the cart guy,” indicating that I’m not here to be anyone’s personal jum starter.  Then the bitch asks for me name, which she doesn’t get (and I wasn’t wearing me pin) and told me I was fucking rude.  I just went on with my business.

— Just as I’m starting my shift, a guy pulls up behind me — “Excuse me, sir!!”  I don’t respond.  “EXCUSE ME!!!”  “WHAT?!”  “Do you know where the *didn’t get the resturant* is??”  Without even looking, I just said no.  An hour later, after I grab carts from one of the bins in the front of the lot, some asshole in an ’80s Oldsmobile 88 tries to get my attention repeatedly.  He’s even more unsuccessful when he starts honking his horn and screaming, “HEYY!!!!”.  I just muttered “Fuck you…cunt” as I’m walking away.

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Alright, so I started at the end of July as just a cashier. The cashier training went very smoothly for me and I was able to adjust quickly. My only complaint about the cash register is the speed time. They want you to be in green as much as possible because that means you are fast. Yellow means you are in the middle. Red means you are slow. The problem with their system is that it is not always your fault. Team members told me that I can suspend the transaction if the guest takes too long to pay. Suspending the transaction will avoid messing up my speed score, however, we can not always hit suspend. Sometimes a guest will slide their card, but they will take an eternity to answer the credit card questions, which ruins my speed score. Why should I be timed during a credit card payment?!?!? I kid you not when I say some guests take literally 2 full minutes to finish it. Apparently that is my fault and I’ll get a red score.

Anyway, they started cross training me. I now work in soft lines. I thought soft lines would be less stressful than the register, but I was very very very wrong. For one, guests DESTROY soft lines constantly! Even though they destroy it, we are required to be at each table for 4 minutes or less. It does not matter how horrific or how large the table is. All Target cares about is that you finish it in 4 minutes or less. If you don’t, your supervisor will come over and be demeaning toward you.

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Okay so..I worked for these bastards for a little over a year I was hired as a hardlines worker. And of course for all the slave work I do they gave me a 10 cent raise. fucking a dime. What the hell kinda raise is that? I should sue for emotional distress. I worked my ass off since day one always being the best “team member” I could. And they threaten to fire me over being late a few times just by 2 or 3 minutes. Little by little I started hating this job more and more. I hate those assholes we have to call guests. Some of them get all pissy at me when I have to be the bearer of bad news and tell them we don’t have an item in stock. Um, hello? I’m just here doing my shitty job trying to earn my shitty 7.85 an hour don’t get your panties in a wad just cause i have no control over our stock. And they’re disgusting too. One night after close as usual all of hardlines went to softlines (cause all those lazy fucks do is talk and talk and talk and never get anything done) to help them in shoes. And of course stupid guests leave it a wreck. Shoes all over the floor, nothing is in its correct box.. I’m already super frustrated at this point when I stumble upon a dirty used diaper where all the hanging shoes are at. I mean really? People are fucking gross. There’s a bathroom right at the entrance you could’ve changed your smelly little brats shit rag in there. So I grind my teeth, pick it up with some napkins and throw it away. But of all the gross jobs team members at my store don’t always have it the worst. It’s usually the cart attendant who would have to clean out puke from the family bathroom just cause this douche decided 2 feet from “the toilet is too far, guess I’ll just clog the sink and let those slaves worry about it.” You fucker. The fitting room operators have a shitty job too. Apparently fitting room also means bathroom stall to some people. People piss, shit, and throw up in there. Oh yeah, and have sex. And I just hate that we have to be such a kiss ass to people who destroy the store, bitch about everything, get in your god damn way when you’re trying to zone, and release their bodily fluids wherever they feel like.

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It’s early December, it’s already way fucking cold.  I’m gathering carts, not caring that they’re caked in splattered soda, Icees, nacho cheese, and all sorts of other shit (and probably shit, too).  So, I decide to get warm, but stay productive at the same time, so I make my way to the Starbucks and take care of the trash.  It’s closing time for the food court, and the lights are out.  I start handling the trash, starting from the kitchen.  It was like any other shitty night…until I got out of the kitchen.

Soon after dropping a couple of giant trash bags onto the flatbed, I see this middle aged blonde at the counter of Starbucks, looking like she’s waiting for service.  Now, as much as I wanted to tell her to fuck off because it’s closing time, I don’t.  I was hoping she’d figure it out on her own.  But no, she spots me, still by the kitchen door, and like an excited dog, runs up to me.  “Excuse me, sir!!  Excuse me!!”  The bitch was totally fucking loopy, and she’s laughing, showing me her big teeth, and she’s wanting me to make her some coffee.  Nevermind the fact that I am bundled up in big brown jacket and an orange vest over it…or that my hands are just covered with garbage after picking it up — it was like “Can YOU make me coffee??”  She was still looking at me all bug-eyed until I said calmly, “Ma’am, I’m just the cart guy”, and walked away.

A little while later, I hear from the girl in the kitchen that loopy bitch went into the kitchen and bugged the poor girl, scaring the shit out of her.  Jesus Fucking Christ, people treat it like mankind will end if they don’t get their fucking Starbucks fix.  They’ll attack like those rage-infected people in 28 Days Later.

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I’ve been working in a Delaware Target for a little under 2 years now. I’m a younger guy, just starting out in the world. (I’m 20) I did a few semesters of college, but right now I’m just focusing on staying working.  I got a job at Target around the end of October 2010; right in time to be trained for Black Friday. I was hired initially as cart attendant, and then I started moving up in there. In hind sight, I kinda wish I just stayed carts. It’s a really back breaking job, and it’s really tiring, and I’ve really messed up my ankle from the past two years busting my ass doing it. But after getting tired of that, I tried to grow in the company. Since then, I’ve learned how to do basically everything outside of Pfresh, Instocks, Photo, and Food Ave. I’ve worked in hardlines, softlines, market, electronics, Guest Service, Cashier, and basically everywhere. Ever since I started learning other parts of the store, I feel like it’s gotten really bad. As I started to feel like there was room for advancement, they just kept shooting me down, over and over. I busted my BALLS for almost 2 years, every single day. Pushing carts in the blistering cold, and the unforgiving heat. Today I just proved to my room mate my feet are so calloused over that I can put a cigarette out on my foot. I’ve gotten Great Team Hero, and Top Performer mutliple times. Soon as Christmas came up last year is where I gave up though. They finally started giving me shifts in Electronics, and I would do incredibly well. I would earn 5 or 6 Red Card applications, get a boatload of AARs, and the rest of the nine yards. With that in mind, they still threw me back out in the parking lot. Since then, my hope for keeping the job there started running dry. I’ve been slowly looking for a new job since February or March, and I finally found one, and I got hired. Target knows I’ve been planning on leaving. Yesterday being Labor Day, I did a no call no show because I had no way of getting in.. and honestly, fuck them. FUCK them. I did not feel like trying to find a ride, or calling out. But I found out from one measly no call no show they’re gonna give me the boot when I go back in. Is that fair? I wanted to finish out my 2 weeks appropriately, but they’re not going to give me the chance on some nonsense no call no show. Other people do it all the time, why is one of them going to get me fired? Oh well, whatever. What I do wanna know though– is am I going to get my vacation pay? I have over 40 hours saved up and I better still be getting it even if I get fired. Anyone know?

Either way, FUCK TARGET. It’s a terrible job. It’s a great first job for experience’s sake, and for getting your foot in the door, but it’s not something you could ever make a career out of.

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