Day of HELL!

Oh my fucking God, today sucked. It was such a cummulation of bad things that made the day turn rotten. Oh where do I begin?

Well, it all started when I arrived. I checked my schedule for the 3rd week, and guess what? 32 fucking hours! That would be fine except for the fact that I'm a FULL TIME STUDENT! Jesus fucking Christ! And then, they changed my availability! They have me starting at 3:15 when my class ENDS at 3. I'm sorry, I'm not going to go straight from school to the Shithole. My availability starts at 5! If they want to fuck around with me like that, I'll just say I'm unavailable those days. Then of course I close that Saturday because it will be a cold day in hell before I DON'T work a Saturday night. I'm going to talk to Maggie about ALL of these things the next time I see her.

Then, I take 5 steps to look at the guest comments that they enter from the online survey. I saw this:
-----Hire less college kids on the floor... use more adults. My experience is the adults know their job and the merchandise and are very helpful. The kids are always chatting with each other, know little about the merchandise and generally ignore the customer. The kids work fine at checkout because they are friendly but they should learn to make change without the help of the cash register. Most couldn't make change for a $5 bill in a $2 purchase if the register didn't tell them that they need to give back $3. Sorry state of affairs our society is in, huh? So, Old people on the floor being helpful, young people at checkout...okay?--------
I was HIGHLY offended by this comment in SO MANY ways! Oh my fucking God, who does this person think he/she is? I suspect the author is insecure about someone younger than them knowing more than them. No one can possibly know about every single item we sell. I've been there 2+ years, and I don't know shit about some items, and I shouldn't be expected to. Our jobs are to keep items stocked, looking nice, and assist guest on the floor, not know every single little fucking detail about a thing that existed back when you were 30 in 1902. And about cashiers needing the register to tell them how much to give back, what the fuck? The computer is going to tell you how much to give back no matter what your age! This person is so fucking caught up into themselves that they better WISH they don't come through my lane with that attitude. I'd end up getting fired, but it would be worth it. For some reason, I think the author of this lovely post is the guy who comes in a demeans employees aka the radar detector guy. I can SO see him writing this. Whoever it was, they deserved to be killed, and I'm dead fucking serious.

So I take another 10 steps to see what lane I'm on, and drumroll please.....Lane fucking 30! Of fucking course! I am seriously considering finding a new job. Not only that but as soon as Heidi got there, Renae sent her to zone miniseasonal. HELLO!? And then, they put Kyle to train in Food Ave. I fucking wanted to train in Food Ave for the longest time, and who do you send? Kyle? Give me a fucking break! I'm SO fucking sick of Target's shit, I could seriously quit. Right here, right now.

And I work 2-8 Guest Service with Donna for a little bit, then with Krista. AUGH! I swear, I'm going to be so damn pissy. Holy fucking cow, I will be set off my the smallest thing and will freak out on anyone. I once I start spewing, I won't fucking stop.

Phrase of the day: Shit Fuck Hell Damn Shit Fuck Shit...Fuck!
(from Butt Trumpets - I'm So Pissed Off <-download it today! The BEST angry song!)