*Sigh* Where do I even begin. Well I guess I should start off by saying I still work here because its the only job that has a good starting pay. ($11 bucks an hour for a first job when minimum wage is $8.06 in Florida Humidity is not that bad.
So, my name is Jimmy I am an African American male, underweight, (112 lB), 18 yrs old, and most of the time (when I don’t want to bike home at midnight and take an uber/lyft) I bike home to/from work (about 3 miles). I’m the new Cart Attendant at Store 12873 in Good ‘ol Redneck Pensacola, FL. I recently graduated high school with a 3.7 GPA and currently looking for a second job so I can pay for college and find a roomate.
I’ve been working as a Cart Attendant at Target for the summer. It’s been pretty good, but today I had the misfortune of working under a very grouchy GSTL who verbally berated me for the silliest, most immature reason you could ever possibly think of. Here’s what happened.
Okay so I’ve worked at target for about four months and at first it felt like a family like the GSA’s and GSTL cared but that shits a fucking joke. I started as a cashier like every single person who works at target and i enjoyed it, i got red cards at least 5 every week. Then we lost a cart attendant and then one quit so they decided since i was a guy i could do slave labor for insulting amounts of money.
It’s summer down here in Southern California. Temperatures are well within the 95’s. On good days it’s around 84-85. I can tell you right now this is a rant so rant [ON]
I’ve been reading topics here for quite some time now, and now I feel I want to express myself as well.
Note I’M only 17 and the other cart attendants are 16 and 17. Other nights they have past cart attendants closing.
I’ve been at Super Target since October as a cart attendant and USED to cashier, but haven’t been scheduled at it in months.
So we begin my job at target approximately three months ago. I begin my job with little training which was okay because cart attending seemed like a rather laid back job. This was completely and udderly wrong. The first two weeks were a piece of cake and seemed almost in a way fun. This is immeadiatly when I began having issues. Mid day one day I was informed of a “mess” in the woman’s restroom.