I’ve had a fucking lousy weekend. I can’t pit you fucking people for the specific things you do that make my life a fucking misery at times because you know who I am and I have to maintain a modicum of decency lest I ruin my plans for the future. But I’m really sick and tired of the lack of initiative and accountability you display. I am fucking sick and tired of picking up your fucking slack.
I can pit myself though and I do because I take on too fucking much. I want to succeed so badly that I have become a fucking martyr and I FUCKING HATE MARTYRS. But I don’t just have to prove myself. I fucking care about our store. Because you don’t, I pay dearly. And I am one day not going to bend over so fucking willingly. When the man comes collecting notches in his axe, don’t fucking blame me. You had plenty of chances. Move on. You’re already a fucking waste of oxygen. Go waste someone else’s supply.
I am far from perfect but at least I have goals, initiative, common sense and some pride dammit. You got nothing but lousy attitude. It won’t take you far even if you don’t think this is the end-all-be-all of jobs. So fucking what. Your attitude is simply a reflection of your fucking ignorance.
I can’t stand you people anymore. There’s a reason I chose not to go into daycare. I’m tired of babysitting y’all. I must be fucking insane to want to go even further up the chain.
At least. Better yet, a change of jobs, maybe a change of careers if the one you’re in is likely to throw you together with coworkers who drive you this crazy.
Good. Don’t become one. You’d have to blow yourself up. On the other hand: You’d get 72 virgins [or grapes] in heaven. Would you go for 72 virgin men? Nah…
“I wanna live with a Cinnamon Girl,
I could be happy the rest of my life
With a Cinnamon Girl…”
Sorry, that’s just what I think every time I see one of your posts. It makes me want to date you. Just on the off chance that Neil was right…
I hear you, though. For me, it hasn’t been people I work with so much (although there have been a few of those) as it has people I have inadvertently lived with.
Renting has its drawbacks…and when a 20 year old headbanger chews you out for being “childish and immature” for making him flush the toilet after he takes a shit, because he thinks (in his own words, mind you) “You should do it FOR me, asshole!”, you really start to realize why people aren’t the ideal neighbors.
Thankfully, I’ve mostly managed to escape that sort of thing anymore. But yeah, doing daycare duty for adults doesn’t pay the way it ought.
I much prefer solitude, cats, or (should the budget allow it) RealDolls.
It is ironic that I’m working on getting into management. I’m going to try much harder to manage my profound irritation, because I’m never going to escape them. Well, maybe these people, but I’m not stupid enough to think that they are the last of the lot. The upside is that, so far, I’ve been able to keep it to a dull roar when I’m in their presence. I can be a pretty nice person to work with really. But then where would I be if I couldn’t vent to complete strangers committed to fighting ignorance with every last shred of willpower.
I might if they showed a little initiative. No, a decent-sized initiative! dnooman, you may be on to something…
Thanks for the laugh. I get that all the time! You’ll have to ask Norwegian Blue if he expects eternal happiness. All I can say is that if he doesn’t say yes, he’s gonna get a sneak peek at eternal hell! Guess I’ll be searching for a new handle then…
I know someday I will come terms with being around slackers, morons and zombies, but some days it just gets to be a too exasperating to just chill. I just had more than my fill on this very busy weekend. I’ll get over it, I always do. I love my job. Really.
chants I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.
You work in retail, you’re going to have to get used to unmotivated coworkers. I recall during my stint at Radio Shack one amazing incident. Note for the record that (at the time) we were 100% commission workers, you got 5% of your sales, period. This incident happened on a weekend in December, obviously during the busy Christmas rush, when you could pull in some serious bucks.
I’m out on the sales floor dealing with customers, and need to go to the back room to get a product. I look around, there is nobody else on the floor I’m out there all alone. I wait for a sec (can’t leave the floor empty of workers, that’s policy) and nobody comes out from the back. I stick my head through the door and there, sitting in the back room smoking and drinking coffee, are the 5 other workers and the manager! Note that since we were on commission these 5 guys were sitting there earning $0 per hour while there were a dozen customers in the store looking to buy stuff.
I was flabbergasted, these people were so poorly motivated, not even money would get them working. That December, I, who am a lousy salesman, was the top seller in the store, and the runner up worked part time! I dunno, maybe they were all back there conspiring on how to defraud the corporation instead of being the pathetic lazy ass workers I think they were.
The manager was slacking off too? Good grief. It’s a manager’s job to motivate, fercrissakes! One can only hope that his/her store’s sales figures were so far below the expected that Slacker Manager got the boot – in the ass and out the door – so plainly needed.
Sorry. My manager just chewed me out for… I’m not sure exactly what. I think not working hard enough and not being sufficiently dedicated to the company and not having any integrity.
It was couched in extremely emotional martyr-language, so I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d done.
I think she doesn’t think any of her employees work hard enough because her assistant manager, who has an unhappy home life, comes in on her days off, or hours before work, and works unpaid. It’s hard to compete with that.
My coming in a half-hour early every day doesn’t really look so splendid in comparison.
I’m polite, friendly, efficient, and I genuinely enjoy giving good service. I do not, however, sacrifice my entire life to my minimum-wage job. I’m still not sure why I don’t have any integrity. I’m not sure if I should ask.
Sorry for hijacking your thread. Your co-workers do indeed sound like idiots. Why are they still employed?
Thanks for the laugh. I get that all the time! You’ll have to ask Norwegian Blue if he expects eternal happiness. All I can say is that if he doesn’t say yes, he’s gonna get a sneak peek at eternal hell! 