February 7, 2015 - targetisbs
TARGET PET PEEVES
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. I tell them their coupons don’t match and they decide to leave their shampoos with me to shove in my reshop box the size of a shoebox while they’re all opening and spilling all over the fucking place. Thank you! My GSTL comes over and asks if I have been asking everyone including 3 year olds buying sour patch kids if they want to open a red card. Yeah yeah fuck off. I then check out a person who buys 1 travel size shampoo and says she should get a $15 dollar giftcard with it. Mother of god so many people come into Target a day trying to hack the damn system and we have to allow it! And then when we do allow it we get bitched at by the GSTL! Bitch make up your damned mind! Mind you, I am still in high school and need approvel to do anything over $10 dollars. Next up I have someone trying to buy alcohol. Not a problem, unless you’re still in high school and need a supervisor code because you have to be 18. I guess they think I’m going to crack a bottle of it open and chug it right in front of the guest. I flash my lane light waiting for a supervisor who is to busy running around the fucking store picking up trash that they don’t bother to see my light. I have 3 options. 1. Wait patiently with the guest and apologize so many times I could star in a romantic movie. 2. Run around the damn store like I’m on fire trying to find a supervisor. or 3. Suspend the order and use an of age co workers number to check out the guest. I usually go with option 3. Before long, I run out of money and send in a request which won’t get filled anyways. I end up giving a lady who wants 10 dollars cash back all in quarters and dimes. I apologize, even though it’s not my fault the GSTL and LODS don’t do their fucking job. They don’t bother to give cashiers walkie talkies but little do they know it would make the world so much easier. Only sales floor get walkie talkies when they don’t even barely speak to guests, they hide in the corner acting like they’re doing something as important as getting dressed in the morning. It’s not like cashiers don’t talk to guests at all or anything or handle the dirty work that the sales floor was too lazy to do. I finally get my 15 min break a half hour before I’m scheduled to leave. I walk in the breakroom and struggle to find a spot that isn’t covered in greasy food ave cheese. I sit down and 2 seconds later it’s already time to go back. 5 minutes before I leave, I get some extreme couponers which leave me overtime 10 minutes later. Oh the things I would do if we could only allow 1 manufactor coupon and 1 target coupon. Target never realizes how screwed they’re getting when the guests have a cart full of shampoos and only payed 30 cents. Finally it’s time to leave, so I pick my jacket up off the floor, get beeped at some more by the timeclock, and look forward to doing this all over again on my 8 hour shift the next day!