Most days I can honestly say that I get up in the morning and say to myself, “Today can’t be that bad at work.” Almost everytime I’m proven wrong. I just got in and clocked in and was ready to see what the day had in store for me. Right when I got onto the sales floor, a women ambushed me and demanded to know where the 1 inch binders were. Two things flew through my mind in a second. First, “how the hell should I know?” Second, How convienient, a woman demands something in the first five minutes. not only that, but she probably hasen’t looked for it on her own. I excused myself, and even apologized for not knowing. I should have seen the omen then but things were just going to get worse.
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(5) I have had some infuriating ETLs in the past, but none as bad as Mega-Bitch we’ll call her. She transferred to my store late September-early October and my life in Hardlines has become a living hell. Now, I’m sure I’m not the only one who becomes the ETLs punching bag bot God damn! enough is enough! Big flipping whoop if I take a few bathroom breaks during my shift and who the balls cares if I don’t respond to the lanes or call boxes quick enough. IT’S. STILL. GETTING. DONE! And now vicariously through my team leader she has the gall to threaten my job and his if I don’t turn things around? well forget that! I’m not going to give that cock-juggling thunder cunt the satisfaction of firing me! Once the holidays are over I’m outta there and hopefully on to somewhere employees are treated fairly.
Likes(5)Dislikes(1) I quit Target almost a year ago, but my passionate hatred for this hellish company still pulses like a writhing demon inside of my body. Okay, it’s not quite THAT dramatic, but I do fucking hate Target with a good chunk of my cold heart. I quit because I was sick of r*****s who call themselves “leaders” wandering around, poking their PDA in an attempt to look busy, all the while telling us what to do because they had no idea how to do it themselves. That, or they were too fucking lazy.
I am going to college now to major in Forensic Science, with a minor in Criminal Justice. I won’t lie; one of my hopes is that I’ll eventually stumble upon a former boss as the victim in a crime scene. But I digress…I started working at Target because of their flexible schedule, allowing for me to attend college without much fuss.
I met my now-husband at Target. He is the “Signing Guy” as I call him, since Target’s wishy-washy ways cause Team Members’ titles to be changed at the drop of a hat so that the corporation has a good excuse to cap out people at even lower wage limits. My husband has busted his ass for Target for almost 6 years now. Thankfully, he’ll be leaving as soon as we relocate to accommodate my college studies. However, as of now, he remains a slave to the industry.
He has found the wonderful feeling that all jaded Target employees eventually discover: the feeling of not giving a shit anymore.
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