Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Oh My Fucking GOD!

It was so fucking busy. At one point we had every salesfloor TM on the lanes. Then of course all hell broke loose.

There was this one woman who wanted to exchange shirts, and she brought the ones she wanted up to GS. Well, there was a ginormous line behind her so I did this shitty job of folding them, but before I could put them in the bag, the bitch rips them from my hands and says, "I'll fold them, you suck at folding." Excuse the fuck outta me!? So I just threw her receipt at her, and helped the next person. Of course she took 10 minutes to fold her stupid shirts.

We had been calling for Toys and Seasonal to get their OVERFLOWING carts for a few hours and no one had come, much less mentioned anything about them on the walkie, so I got pissed and told them for the umteenth time they had overflowing carts. The bitch in Toys got on the walkie and freaked the fuck out on me. She said, "I will get it when I get off the lanes." She also gave me this dirty look. So I made the face back to her and rolled my eyes. I have no fucking sympathy for them because we have been calling those 2 departments for the last few hours and no one came to get them. Even when it wasn't busy. So fuck off! Then Sharon gets on the walkie looking for me, and I don't want to talk to her so I ignore it, and Sharon says over the walkie that we should deliver the carts when they get full. Yeah, OK I will as soon as you learn to fucking schedule people at GS. There was 2 of us and we were fucking swamped. Delivering carts ISN'T my job, it's the salesfloors' job to get their ass up to GS and get their fucking carts.

Oh, but I don't call it Hell for any reason, something else happened. While Amanda was backing up on the lanes, she got a card. When I was on my lunch, 2 people walked up and she got 2 more. Then another person walked up and she got another one. And here's me asking everyone possible and no one wanted one from me, but I was asking. So Maggie, Sharon, and Rich were all standing at GS saying how good she was and blah blah blah. Then they all start telling me to get some and I just freaked out. I said, "Spare me the guilt trip, I'm trying." Damn I'm funny. Well Sharon starting singing "You better not pout..." Ok, thanks bitch, please make me feel even more like shit. GOD I fucking hate her sometimes. Sorry that I can't fucking force people to sign up! Sorry I have bad luck! What the fuck do you want from me!? Fuck the whole store, I hope it burns down.

And tomorrow I cashier from 5-close. Seriously I want to die right now. It's only gonna get busier tomorrow because the K-12 schools are out. Kinda late I know. I'm not looking forward to it at all. The worst part was that Sara said there was a high probability that she would take it. Got my hopes up for nothing. I want to go to a friend's party because I am never there when they start, I'm always fucking working. Target can seriously go fuck itself right now. The only day I'll have of from this past Monday to next Friday is Christmas. So in a 11 day span, I'll have 1 day off. SHOOT ME!

I'm so fucking sick of doing everything at GS. I do everything. No one ever helps me or even tries. I've brought it up with the head cashiers and nothing changes. I want to scream at the top of my lungs right now. I don't want to fucking open the day after Christmas with Blanka and Whitney because they don't know what the fuck they are doing...at all. I'm going to be doing everything and I'm about to burst. I don't want to fucking cashier tomorrow at all. I hate cashiering with a passion. WITH A FUCKING PASSION! And it's going to be super fucking busy, and everyone is an asshole. I better be a breaker, I can't stand being on one lane the whole fucking day. It's also 5-12. Thanks! They are basically using me to just close. Oh, and get this, if we finish with everything before 12, we have to help overnight put stuff out. They get paid $1 more for working overnight so they can go fuck themselves as far as I'm concerned. I'm leaving when I want to. I have places to be and they can fire me for all I care. Then they would have to fill my shifts. They could even write me up. I just don't give a shit anymore. I wish I had a punching bag right now. I'd probably break the damn thing I'm so angry.

Well, you'll be sure to hear about everything.

No comments: