Whew. I have worked at this job for almost about a month and whew is all I got to say. (Not really)
I really just wanted to do with job is clock in and clock out but somehow this became impossible. I have been feeling the heat lately.
I don’t know if I mentioned but there is this one girl I work with and she is the perfect smartass. Always has something smart to say but I have had enough because she seems to be extra cruel to me. I told my manager to tell her something or I’m going to have to tell her to shut the fuck up.
There’s also an another girl. We have the same name. At first she was cool but you could tell there was something off about her. It’s mostly because she’s practically family with the owner of the store, never a good sign. She really tried it with me the last time I worked and what she doesn’t understand is I will walk out of that store willingly. I don’t want them to have that power over me but man it really is a fucking soap opera in there.
A new girl started the other day. She’s not really new but new to me. She asked me how I liked it. I said it was different. She laughed and said it’s like a soap opera huh? I couldn’t say anything but agree.
I wouldn’t say I have any real friends there but there was this guy named Marlon I was cool with. He quit the last time I worked. I was tempted to quit too. He was mad because they put him in a different position. He has quit the job two times before and one of the reasons was because he hates this position. He also was the only person moved to the floor to not receive a raise. Was his reasoning to quit a bit entitled? Sure but there are two people in the world, people who do something about being unhappy in a situation and those who do not. Sure there are people who truly can’t because the hell of capitalism but he wasn’t in that position. So if he could leave a job because it made him unhappy, why wouldn’t he?
I guess it’s not all bad. There’s a few people I like to talk to.
There’s a cashier really into music and shoes. He’s cool. He defends the place too much though.
There’s a guy in courtesy that always helps bag my customer’s groceries and offers to buy me drinks. He also is one of the few people who just talks to me. I think he may like me sometimes but he’s cool.
There’s a girl who’s mom works there too. She only works on Saturday because she goes to school. I think she’s cool although I’m pretty sure I came off pretentious to her.
The lady who told me this place is like a soap opera is cool. Me, Marlon and her had a talk about being a POC working there. I needed that because sometimes I feel crazy that some coworkers and managers give this racist vibe. But now I know I’m not the only one.
I have a goal in mind. It hasn’t been easy getting where I am right now but I have to keep going.