Not Exactly on Target

So you all know that I started a part time job at a national retail establishment.  Yes, the wages are a notch above minimum wage, the discount is good, and honestly, the extra cash came in handy since they pay on alternate Fridays from my Sprinty Sprint job.  I am not going to say who it is because a) you already know and b) they are big on social media and I don't want it to get back to them what I am going to write about them.

That is, basically, it is a fucking miracle they get anything done.  Let's review.

1. They don't have managers, they have Team Leaders.  Team Leaders tend to be right out of college, and like I was when I left college, they think they know everything.  Worker bees are beneath them to talk to.  So they walk right by when you pass them in the aisle.
2. They have more acronyms than Sprint, and that is saying a lot.  On my first day, they were talking entirely in code, and I really needed a translator.
3. Training.  What training?  On my second day, they handed me a book entitled Cashier training.  They then left.  An hour later, I was running the register.
4. Asking for assistance is like you are asking anyone to cut their damn leg off.  You can only ask certain people certain questions.  If you ask the wrong person, they will help you, but only with attitude!
5. They started a new program of putting an employee (oopsies, a Team Member) at the front doors to ask customers if they need a cart or a basket.  Sound familiar?
6. Back to training.  It doesn't exist.
7. Other (fuck it, I am just going to call them) employees who are younger roam in packs doing their work.  Evidently this is normal, since when I work by myself and get stuff done sooner and better, management is shocked that it is complete.
8. I hate restocking tampons, rubbers and cat food.  Gross.  Though it is funny when a dude goes through the register with a package of Magnum XL's.  You just sort of look at them weird and think "Really?  You?"
9. I got new shoes last week and stupidly wore them to work the next day.  Blisters!  Ow!
10. Oriental customers are the rude.
11. Men are the nicest, when not accomplished by a chick.
12. It is amazing how many customers call me by my name according to my name badge.
13. I don't know the difference between an Oster toaster and a Black and Decker toaster.  Let's just assume that they both toast bread evenly.
14. Customers in the Trim-a-Tree section are fucking ruthless.  And trashy.
15. I walk a lot.  Nine miles during a six hour shift.
16. Rumor has it that they like what I do and may offer me a full time job.  Sure, like 40 hours at $8/hour is worth it.  Fortunately someone told them that I do have a full time job, and I probably make more than their store manager.  Matter of fact, I am willing to bet on that one.
17. I know that there are cameras everywhere, so even though I am not one to pilfer, I think that they are watching me re-stock to see if I put in the right place.
18. They do not give you the tools to do your job.  There are two vital necessities...a walkie talkie and a PDA, one of those guns that you can scan a UPC and it tells you exactly where some dickhead in Minneapolis thinks this item should go on a shelf.  Unfortunately, back to training, no one told me where areas L, O and N are.
19. The break room looks like a nuclear food device went off in there.  You would never think that a store that is so clean in the store itself, that these damn pigs come in and leave trash everywhere in their break room.

So it totally amazes me that anything gets done and that anyone still shops there.  Sure, I will give it to you that they have good stuff at a decent price.  I am sure that between Wal-Mart and this place and my discount, it is a wash in terms of a grocery store. 

I will definitely update as more wackiness continues, because you deserve to know.