So just to warn you: I’m no longer a Target employee so I’m not suffering the same turmoil as you guys.
I was working in a Super Target in the Bakery. Now, it was a commonly known fact that the Bakery and the Deli shared the same team lead (is that what they’re called? they changed the terminology when I left).
At my Target store they dont have the swap shift board posted up, you have to ask someone for it and to swap a shift you have to have the person youre swapping with with you and you both have to sign off on it in the presence of an LOD thrn they sign off on it.
So I work at store 1945, and I’ve been on flow team for a little over a year. Truck days are 6am until 4th quarter, which is pushed a couple of hours earlier to 4am.
I’m always in the departments that require the heaviest lifting, (pets, plastics/furniture.) Yet I get the smallest amount of appreciation.
I couldn’t wait to quit target to post about it so watch out because it’s a long rant. I started working at the hell hole that is target at around beginning of July and my God was applying here is a giant mistake. I got called and interviewed and started as a cashier as most of us do and as target does best they hounded me and harassed me to get red cards, breathing over my neck, coaching me, role playing, amongst other bullshit and no your little incentive of Starbucks or little bag of goodies doesn’t make me more compelled to get red cards so fuck off.
I worked for Target only a short time and they did me so shady because jealous trolls were mad I didn’t worship them like Gods. Don’t get mad because I called you out about your shady tactics. At least I’m free to work for a company where I don’t have to suck ass or eat shit to keep a job, fake assholes so you did me a favor.
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hello. my name is fake for reasons (mainly my paranoia), but i’ve been working my 90 day probabtion (three months) at target and as of recent, i’ve realized retail is NOT for me. my friends who worked retail told me i’d hate it when i first started.
So I went to visit my old co-workers to introduce them to my newborn son (since I was pregnant while working there), only to discover my favorite team lead was fired a month ago. Why? Because he called out a few times thanks to his injured foot! Target He had an injured foot for many months (I want to say since may be November). They threatened his job if he were to have gone in a wheelchair for whatever reason. Ironically the HR ETL was in one for 6 months because she had a high risk pregnancy in the past!
This will be first of many posts. Let’s start off by saying I was hired in as a seasonal sales floor team member in November of 2014. I became known as the “closer” and got 35-40 hours a week and was pretty content with that. Then I was told that I would become a regular team member.
So I was told to zone a clearance end cap that was stuffed with stupid shit no one buys, our team lead says it’s supposed to look like any other end cap.. Yeah right, bitch I only get 4 hour shifts and they want me to zone 3 areas as well as back up cashier, stupid carry outs, customer service, and now zone this stupid clearance that’s going to be cleared out tommorow anyway? Fuck you! I get paid minimum wage hoe might as well bend me over and fuck me in the ass too. Fuck target. That is all.
Oh target where do I even start with this awful hatrid. It is now to the point where I dread work and my 50 cent raise above minimum wage doesn’t do jack squat anymore. It all starts when I walk into the office before my shift to get a locker. I open one and it’s full of tuperware, I open another and it has a lunch box. Really?? Is it THAT hard you can’t possibly dig out a quarter and lock your fucking locker? There is a goddammed fridge for a reason also. I then hang up my jacket, which there really is no point because by the end of my shift its always on the floor anyways knocked off by employees who leave it there. I then attempt to punch in and let it beep at me for five hours and then walk onto the floor as cashier. I check to see what lane I’m on and set up my register with the 2 ten dollar bills they give you which run out after one “guest”. I hang my flimsy ass bags that never fail to stick together and end up all over the floor. Before I even have a chance to turn on my lane light I already have a line of people waiting to be checked out screaming “Are you open???” understaffed again I see. I mumble yes, and they start to unload their cart with mulitple of the same item that they will try and use their fake fraudulent $20 dollar off coupons for razors that don’t even match their item.