August 6, 2013 - hashketchum
This job gets in the way…
of me getting into the field I want. I’m a broadcasting major with a small background in writing. I’m a sports fan – an NFL junkie to a certain extent. I want to make a career out of covering America’s most popular sport. It’s really hard to dive into the league when you’ve got Target wanting you to work when you would otherwise be watching games, recording podcasts, writing blog entries, or whatever.
They say education is important, but they don’t mean it. There’ve been numerous occasions where those fuckers have put me on the schedule right in the middle of my classes. What part of “I’m not available” don’t they understand? They want me to concede and be one of their backroom drones and be a complacent, uninspired, unmotivated piece of nothing like all the other poor souls who’ve wasted away inside the walls of 1431. I’m not having any of that shit. The school year is just around the corner, and I’m going to have to play this stupid game all over again.
Even if breaking into sports media wasn’t an aspiration, I’d still hate this job from the bottom of my heart. It’s a disheartening, soul-crushing job. I find myself laying awake at night, sometimes into the early morning hours (as I am now) because a part of me believes that if I never go to sleep, I can’t wake up, which means I can’t get dressed and ready for work, which means I can’t go into work at that hellhole. I swear life would be so much better, so much more enjoyable if I didn’t have to put that stupid red shirt on with those stupid khaki pants, and that fucking nametag with that damn bullseye. I would be in a much better place if I didn’t have this job.
Fuck you Target. Just fuck you. I hate you and all that you stand for. If I won the lottery (maybe two), I would buy the company and drive it into the ground and out of business. I would smile while doing it, too. I’d have no regrets about blowing all that money. All that would matter is that you would be wiped off the face of the planet…
…yea, just fuck you Target.