Yesterday was another one of those days where I felt like walking out. I've been having a few of those days lately.
I was given the choice of unloading the truck or processing softlines yesterday. I chose softlines. Unbeknownst to me, over half the truck was softlines. Softlines normally doesn't get a lot of freight, but when new stuff comes in it tends to come in all at once, and these trucks are a bitch to unload because you can only go as fast as the person doing softlines.
So I'm ripping open boxes and hanging clothes like a madman, but the softlines boxes and totes were backing up into the trailer. That caused my supervisor to yell at me to go faster and keep riding my ass until we were done. Yeah, I'm so slacking, it's not like I'm running like a headless chicken to keep up anything. I was this close to walking out and saying "I quit. Have fun getting these trucks done with three people."
I am fed up. There are so many people here who skate by doing absolutely nothing and nobody says anything to them about it. Nothing at all. And while I'm working my ass off, I'm constantly being told I'm the weakest link, I have to step it up, I have to pick up the pace, I'm holding everybody back.
And if I dare to complain, then I've got an attitude problem, I'm not a team player, there's so many people looking for work who won't corrupt everybody else with their bad attitudes.
I've come to the conclusion that retail truly is a horrible job. Stay out of it if you possibly can.
And I've learned a lesson for my next job, assuming there is one: Don't work as hard as you have been. Just keep the same pace as everybody else.
I was given the choice of unloading the truck or processing softlines yesterday. I chose softlines. Unbeknownst to me, over half the truck was softlines. Softlines normally doesn't get a lot of freight, but when new stuff comes in it tends to come in all at once, and these trucks are a bitch to unload because you can only go as fast as the person doing softlines.
So I'm ripping open boxes and hanging clothes like a madman, but the softlines boxes and totes were backing up into the trailer. That caused my supervisor to yell at me to go faster and keep riding my ass until we were done. Yeah, I'm so slacking, it's not like I'm running like a headless chicken to keep up anything. I was this close to walking out and saying "I quit. Have fun getting these trucks done with three people."
I am fed up. There are so many people here who skate by doing absolutely nothing and nobody says anything to them about it. Nothing at all. And while I'm working my ass off, I'm constantly being told I'm the weakest link, I have to step it up, I have to pick up the pace, I'm holding everybody back.
And if I dare to complain, then I've got an attitude problem, I'm not a team player, there's so many people looking for work who won't corrupt everybody else with their bad attitudes.
I've come to the conclusion that retail truly is a horrible job. Stay out of it if you possibly can.
And I've learned a lesson for my next job, assuming there is one: Don't work as hard as you have been. Just keep the same pace as everybody else.
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