keep breathing.

I work in retail. The sort of retail that if you were to ever experience a day or two working at my job you'd never want to work retail ever again. You'd be off to college to get that degree you know you don't want but have no choice in getting. Retail living is rough living and, after finding myself in a few choice situations, I feel as though I need to get out as quickly as I can.

Situation #1: I've been given a new position. I am now in charge of everything that our customers listen to. I talk to label reps and take care of promotional materials. It was an easy transition since I am very good friends with the man who had it before me and helped him out a great deal when he needed it. Now my old position has never been filled and when talking to management about getting someone they basically laughed me off and told me we didn't need a new person. Two weeks later they realized how much work I was actually doing and decided to get another guy. The first guy didn't stick despite being the most competent person out of whom we had to pick. Now they are giving me another guy to train and when I asked a fellow worker what he was like her exact words were, "He's like clay. He looks like clay. It's like you can shape him. When you're talking to him its like in one ear out the other. It takes at least four times of you telling him to do something for him to actually do it." And that's when my frustration bubble begins to take over and I need to bite the inside of my mouth to remain calm.



Situation #2: I work in an odd sub-division of my retail store. I'm not part of management (no matter how many times they tell me I should be.) I'm not connected to the registers at all. I'm not even part of our receiving section. We are the sad few who sole responsibilities are to basically make sure everything on the floor is on the floor and to keep EVERYTHING clean. We do most of the work and get none of the recognition. At most we get told that the head boss wants to fire us all and thats about it. Anyhoo all of that being said we do get a small corner of a back room with one computer for all 10 of us to work on. Now we all go on it for personal means but lately there seems to a lack of consideration for those of us who actually do work on that computer. Day in and day out I'm fighting for use of that shit. It's irritating to say the very least. I mean, how am I supposed to work efficiently when I'm getting dirty looks for asking a co-worker (who just so happens to be over 40 and on Neopets.com) if I can use our shared computer. Not to mention the time I asked another co-worker if I could use the computer and his response was, "Well what time do you get off of work?" 

All of this and more add up to the biggest headache I've ever experienced in my entire life.

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