
I hate my job.
No really, I hate my job. And granted, it's not my career. It's just the interim period between being broke as fuck and rolling in dough after medical school. But for now, it's where I spend about 50% of most of my days and I hate the damn place so much its ridiculous.
Today is Memorial Day. It's a day of remembrance for people who died fighting for our country. To commemorate and congratulate the people that are still over in the Middle East defending us to this day. For retailers around the world, it's let's jack up our prices and then discount them so that you're paying the exact same price but you don't really realize it day. For Ross, it's any other day because Ross does not have sales. When you are a discount store, where everything in the store is discounted you can safely assume that there are no special discounts on special days.
(I work at Ross, the discount clothing store that you may or may not have heard of. They're a lot of them in FL, I don't know if they're anywhere else. I am a fitting room attendant/cashier/sales floor rep/stock room attendant/slave. I've worked there for a year, and it doesn't get better. Now back to our regular programming).
So today is completely crazy and hectic because a. we're shorthanded b. it's memorial day and buyer's our programmed to eat BBQ and then go shop and c. the manager closing is a newbie and sucks. I get into it with her this morning already because she doesn't know how to talk to people and she assumes that because she's a manager she knows everything 100%. I'm all for respecting authority, I'm not usually one to question anyone but she was trying to implement the most silly changes into the fitting room and I wasn't going to have it. And I especially wasn't going to have her talking down to me like I didn't know how to do my job. I've worked at Ross for a year now, and in the fitting room for almost 8 months. I know how to do my job. So, I went and told my store manager that she can yell at me all she want, I'll walk the hell out.
Needless to say, she got reprimanded and I'm still doing things the way I've always done it.
She comes to me later on and says she knows sometimes that she's difficult to deal with and she hopes that we can implement her changes together and she's just looking out for the good of the store. And I believe that, I do, because Ross is something like a poorly managed McDonalds and everyone has these pipe dreams of morphing it into the next Marshalls or something. But she needs to learn how to speak to her subordinates and treat them with respect. We're not idiots, don't treat us like we are.
There's millions of other reasons why I hate my job. I could make one of those 1001 lists and it'd take me all night. But this is what happened today, and it irks me. It really does.