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I have about had it with everything.
Oct. 14th, 2008 08:51 pmWork, family, social life....everything except for my love life.
I'm getting sick of work by the day. I keep telling myself, "Every job is like this," but it's really starting to try my patience. I've been working eight-hour shifts every day since last Wednesday, and I don't get a day off until Friday. For the last three days, by the time my shift is over with, my feet and knees are killing me. I seem to always get stuck on register ten, where the hand scanner doesn't work--HASN'T been working properly for the last few weeks--and I have to physically go around and lift the heavy stuff for the lazy customers.
The customers are grating my nerves more than normal. I swear, the next time I ask, "Did you find everything you were looking for?" and I get a smart-assy answer such as "No, I couldn't find the money tree/winning lottery ticket/bag of money/lost hundred dollar bill" (and the last one has irritated me even more so in the last few days, given that I fucking FOUND a fifty dollar bill and did the honest thing and turned it in to the service desk)....I want just be entirely blunt and tell the customer "I got tired of that joke after the first fifteen minutes of working here." But noooo, can't do that! Then they'll complain to management that I have no sense of humor, and I'll get a speaking-to about that. Trust me, customers do stupid shit like this. Like they have nothing better to do. You know, some days I just don't feel like joking around, okay?!
Customers always feel the need to bitch about the consoles, especially the whole fact that you have to sign your name on the pad now instead of on a piece of paper. Seriously, it's not that hard to sign! The harder you press the stylus to the pad, the more likely nothing will show up; use a light touch! And please quit bitching about "this looks NOTHING like my signature, I don't see how you guys can accept this." Then maybe you shouldn't be paying with your credit card. It's this shit that's gotten us into the credit pinch/financial crisis the USA is in right now--unnecessary purchases on your credit card.
Oooh, and yes, the stylus has a blunt, rounded end. Yes, you can sign with it. Don't look at it for two minutes with that "you expect me to write with this?!" expression on your face. Hell, you can write your name on there with your damn fingertip. God, people are picky.
Also, if you normally wear glasses, is it so hard to wear them while you do your damn grocery shopping?! Next customer I hear complaining that they can't see shit on the credit card console because "I'm not wearing my glasses," I'll slap a bitch.
"Jinkies! Where are my glasses?!"
If the UC asks the customer if they want paper or plastic bags, the customer will usually ignore them and then tell me how they want their stuff bagged. Guess what? I'm not the UC. I'm the cashier. Tell the UC how you want it bagged. Don't act like they don't exist.
And while I'm on the subject, I refuse to do anymore bagging of the groceries until I'm done with the money transaction, so the UCs need to be ON IT with the bagging. I think a lot of me helping with the bagging has a lot to do with my till being off--I'm not paying attention to the transaction because I'm too busy picking up the slack.
You have two separate orders? Fine. I'll ring them up separate. I don't need to hear the story about how "this is for church charity" or "for my sick neighbor" as to why it's a separate order.
If I ask for coupons, don't be a smart-ass and be all, "Oh yeah, that'd be smart." Uhm, yes, it WOULD be smart. Don't bitch to me about high grocery prices, then buy a bunch of useless junk food and not try to save money. "Why? Do you have any for me?" Nope. Not anymore. I'm not going to pass along the unused coupons in my coupon holder to help you out anymore. You jerks sure don't appreciate it. Go search the newspapers and Internet. Not that hard.
As for the UCs....do your freaking job, and shut your trap while you do it. I'm tired of seeing a cluster of UCs around my register just chatting and gossiping during an order and not getting much work done. Doug always talks about the chicks he talks to and his supposed girlfriend that I don't think exists, and then there's Andy who's always going on and on about something, usually wrestling, or high school football, or how the Cubs suck, or whatever programming's on Vh1's CelebReality block. Andy's a nice guy, don't get me wrong, but damn, he gets downright irritating.
Keep telling myself I need a new job or a second job, trying to save up to move out...feeling like that'll never happen. Feeling trapped.
Family life....whenever Dad's home, he just lazes around the house and sleeps a lot. Then he'll want to watch late-night TV and fall asleep with the TV blaring. This is opposite my room, and it keeps me up late, which is why I'm usually online so late anymore. BECAUSE I CAN'T GO TO SLEEP. Makes a bunch of messes and doesn't clean them up, and expects me and Mom to do it. Mom gets frustrated with him a lot. Goes off to do his hunting and fishing, never around the house when we need him.
We all know why Mom pisses me off. Sometimes I wish she would just lighten up and try to be positive. I think a lot of her attitude rubs off on the whole family.
Hunter....okay, I know where he's coming from. He's busy with his erratic work schedule and college classes. But he's out with Bobby a lot more lately. (And here comes Bobby now, speak of the devil.) Doesn't pick up after himself. Just locks himself in his room playing "Guitar Hero" or "Rock Band." Drives Mom nuts. Can't even be bothered to do as much as take Bo out for a walk.
Poor Bo is stuck inside the house while I'm at work, driving Mom nuts. He's so energetic, and Mom can't keep up with him. We can't just leave him outside because we can't let dogs run loose anymore. Might get hit by a truck, or the neighbors will call animal control and we'll get fined.
I have practically NO social life anymore. All I do is work and hang out with Kevin. Nothing wrong with hanging out with Kevin. It's just I wish I had more friends outside of work to go do things with. He gets to do his gaming stuff with Boojie and all of them, and I get to hear about that, but I don't do shit outside of working all the damn time. Makes me feel like nobody likes me.
Running into a rut with my own online gaming, especially with Starbright. Sort of regretting the whole storyline/angle I've got going with Rio, especially since they're looking to hook Jem back up with Riot. *GRRRRRRRRRR* I know, I shouldn't get so worked up over it. They're just characters, after all. But you get attached to whom you're playing, and you feel the same sort of emotions. So much I want to do with Rio, but just feeling stifled.
Feeling like a failure with my writing in general. Have so many ideas, but none of them translate to paper well. Getting very discouraged.
Always tired and exhausted. Semi-depressed. Feeling like there's a big void in my life. Just questioning a lot of things going for me right now. The tiniest things make me want to cry anymore, for no stupid reason. A couple of days ago, Andy was going on and on about how long I've been working at Strack's and he was all, "You should be so proud!" What, for working at Strack's a little over a year? I was at Blockbuster for about four years. Believe me, I'm NOT proud of this job. I'm grateful I have a job, but this is just a crappy paying job. This is nothing to be proud of. I can do much better than this.
I'm getting sick of work by the day. I keep telling myself, "Every job is like this," but it's really starting to try my patience. I've been working eight-hour shifts every day since last Wednesday, and I don't get a day off until Friday. For the last three days, by the time my shift is over with, my feet and knees are killing me. I seem to always get stuck on register ten, where the hand scanner doesn't work--HASN'T been working properly for the last few weeks--and I have to physically go around and lift the heavy stuff for the lazy customers.
The customers are grating my nerves more than normal. I swear, the next time I ask, "Did you find everything you were looking for?" and I get a smart-assy answer such as "No, I couldn't find the money tree/winning lottery ticket/bag of money/lost hundred dollar bill" (and the last one has irritated me even more so in the last few days, given that I fucking FOUND a fifty dollar bill and did the honest thing and turned it in to the service desk)....I want just be entirely blunt and tell the customer "I got tired of that joke after the first fifteen minutes of working here." But noooo, can't do that! Then they'll complain to management that I have no sense of humor, and I'll get a speaking-to about that. Trust me, customers do stupid shit like this. Like they have nothing better to do. You know, some days I just don't feel like joking around, okay?!
Customers always feel the need to bitch about the consoles, especially the whole fact that you have to sign your name on the pad now instead of on a piece of paper. Seriously, it's not that hard to sign! The harder you press the stylus to the pad, the more likely nothing will show up; use a light touch! And please quit bitching about "this looks NOTHING like my signature, I don't see how you guys can accept this." Then maybe you shouldn't be paying with your credit card. It's this shit that's gotten us into the credit pinch/financial crisis the USA is in right now--unnecessary purchases on your credit card.
Oooh, and yes, the stylus has a blunt, rounded end. Yes, you can sign with it. Don't look at it for two minutes with that "you expect me to write with this?!" expression on your face. Hell, you can write your name on there with your damn fingertip. God, people are picky.
Also, if you normally wear glasses, is it so hard to wear them while you do your damn grocery shopping?! Next customer I hear complaining that they can't see shit on the credit card console because "I'm not wearing my glasses," I'll slap a bitch.
"Jinkies! Where are my glasses?!"
If the UC asks the customer if they want paper or plastic bags, the customer will usually ignore them and then tell me how they want their stuff bagged. Guess what? I'm not the UC. I'm the cashier. Tell the UC how you want it bagged. Don't act like they don't exist.
And while I'm on the subject, I refuse to do anymore bagging of the groceries until I'm done with the money transaction, so the UCs need to be ON IT with the bagging. I think a lot of me helping with the bagging has a lot to do with my till being off--I'm not paying attention to the transaction because I'm too busy picking up the slack.
You have two separate orders? Fine. I'll ring them up separate. I don't need to hear the story about how "this is for church charity" or "for my sick neighbor" as to why it's a separate order.
If I ask for coupons, don't be a smart-ass and be all, "Oh yeah, that'd be smart." Uhm, yes, it WOULD be smart. Don't bitch to me about high grocery prices, then buy a bunch of useless junk food and not try to save money. "Why? Do you have any for me?" Nope. Not anymore. I'm not going to pass along the unused coupons in my coupon holder to help you out anymore. You jerks sure don't appreciate it. Go search the newspapers and Internet. Not that hard.
As for the UCs....do your freaking job, and shut your trap while you do it. I'm tired of seeing a cluster of UCs around my register just chatting and gossiping during an order and not getting much work done. Doug always talks about the chicks he talks to and his supposed girlfriend that I don't think exists, and then there's Andy who's always going on and on about something, usually wrestling, or high school football, or how the Cubs suck, or whatever programming's on Vh1's CelebReality block. Andy's a nice guy, don't get me wrong, but damn, he gets downright irritating.
Keep telling myself I need a new job or a second job, trying to save up to move out...feeling like that'll never happen. Feeling trapped.
Family life....whenever Dad's home, he just lazes around the house and sleeps a lot. Then he'll want to watch late-night TV and fall asleep with the TV blaring. This is opposite my room, and it keeps me up late, which is why I'm usually online so late anymore. BECAUSE I CAN'T GO TO SLEEP. Makes a bunch of messes and doesn't clean them up, and expects me and Mom to do it. Mom gets frustrated with him a lot. Goes off to do his hunting and fishing, never around the house when we need him.
We all know why Mom pisses me off. Sometimes I wish she would just lighten up and try to be positive. I think a lot of her attitude rubs off on the whole family.
Hunter....okay, I know where he's coming from. He's busy with his erratic work schedule and college classes. But he's out with Bobby a lot more lately. (And here comes Bobby now, speak of the devil.) Doesn't pick up after himself. Just locks himself in his room playing "Guitar Hero" or "Rock Band." Drives Mom nuts. Can't even be bothered to do as much as take Bo out for a walk.
Poor Bo is stuck inside the house while I'm at work, driving Mom nuts. He's so energetic, and Mom can't keep up with him. We can't just leave him outside because we can't let dogs run loose anymore. Might get hit by a truck, or the neighbors will call animal control and we'll get fined.
I have practically NO social life anymore. All I do is work and hang out with Kevin. Nothing wrong with hanging out with Kevin. It's just I wish I had more friends outside of work to go do things with. He gets to do his gaming stuff with Boojie and all of them, and I get to hear about that, but I don't do shit outside of working all the damn time. Makes me feel like nobody likes me.
Running into a rut with my own online gaming, especially with Starbright. Sort of regretting the whole storyline/angle I've got going with Rio, especially since they're looking to hook Jem back up with Riot. *GRRRRRRRRRR* I know, I shouldn't get so worked up over it. They're just characters, after all. But you get attached to whom you're playing, and you feel the same sort of emotions. So much I want to do with Rio, but just feeling stifled.
Feeling like a failure with my writing in general. Have so many ideas, but none of them translate to paper well. Getting very discouraged.
Always tired and exhausted. Semi-depressed. Feeling like there's a big void in my life. Just questioning a lot of things going for me right now. The tiniest things make me want to cry anymore, for no stupid reason. A couple of days ago, Andy was going on and on about how long I've been working at Strack's and he was all, "You should be so proud!" What, for working at Strack's a little over a year? I was at Blockbuster for about four years. Believe me, I'm NOT proud of this job. I'm grateful I have a job, but this is just a crappy paying job. This is nothing to be proud of. I can do much better than this.
