The Intro
I never knew how people could be so fucking despicable before I started working. And I can 't put everyone in the same pot, but most of the clients I deal with don 't deserve half of the respect I am forced to give them. No, scratch that. They don 't deserve any of it. I am expected to bow down to their every command to increase profit, yet my well-being could never compare to the added cash by the time the store closes. I 'm just as replaceable as a light bulb. Maximize profits and succumb to the mass population of idiots is what they expect you to do, but you lose your sense of identity and individuality in the process as well. Oh? Still interested in working with the public? Well, I can just imagine the thoughts running through …show more content…
I sometimes ask myself the same. Why? Why? But on a Friday morning, after two weeks of dealing with grade-A bullshit, I get to check my bank account to realize that it has gone up by a few hundreds, and I immediately bring the corners of my lips up towards my cheeks and squint my eyes because of sheer happiness. Yes. The paycheck is what keeps me prisoner there, and it 's not like I 'm paid incredible amounts for dealing with rudeness and illiteracy, but I am capable of paying my bills, saving up a little, and buying the things that I claim to be of "absolute necessity,” though we all know that "absolute necessity” isn’t exactly of absolute necessity. That 's how life goes. Your job can be a piece of shit, but you can continue to live how you live because you manage to gain enough from wherever it is you claim you work at on …show more content…
Why should anyone care about what some lowly worker has to say? The point here is to voice out frustrations and hopefully come to terms with the fact that these people don’t actually matter. And I believe I write for anyone who works in retail because they would probably say the same things or have similar stories. You may love having clients because at least the day passes and they allow for you to have a paycheck or a bonus, but some of them aren’t worth dealing with. These are the clients I would like to bring up, so that hopefully, one day, I will be able to look back at my first job and laugh at how pathetic some people were; clients or
I never knew how people could be so fucking despicable before I started working. And I can 't put everyone in the same pot, but most of the clients I deal with don 't deserve half of the respect I am forced to give them. No, scratch that. They don 't deserve any of it. I am expected to bow down to their every command to increase profit, yet my well-being could never compare to the added cash by the time the store closes. I 'm just as replaceable as a light bulb. Maximize profits and succumb to the mass population of idiots is what they expect you to do, but you lose your sense of identity and individuality in the process as well. Oh? Still interested in working with the public? Well, I can just imagine the thoughts running through …show more content…
I sometimes ask myself the same. Why? Why? But on a Friday morning, after two weeks of dealing with grade-A bullshit, I get to check my bank account to realize that it has gone up by a few hundreds, and I immediately bring the corners of my lips up towards my cheeks and squint my eyes because of sheer happiness. Yes. The paycheck is what keeps me prisoner there, and it 's not like I 'm paid incredible amounts for dealing with rudeness and illiteracy, but I am capable of paying my bills, saving up a little, and buying the things that I claim to be of "absolute necessity,” though we all know that "absolute necessity” isn’t exactly of absolute necessity. That 's how life goes. Your job can be a piece of shit, but you can continue to live how you live because you manage to gain enough from wherever it is you claim you work at on …show more content…
Why should anyone care about what some lowly worker has to say? The point here is to voice out frustrations and hopefully come to terms with the fact that these people don’t actually matter. And I believe I write for anyone who works in retail because they would probably say the same things or have similar stories. You may love having clients because at least the day passes and they allow for you to have a paycheck or a bonus, but some of them aren’t worth dealing with. These are the clients I would like to bring up, so that hopefully, one day, I will be able to look back at my first job and laugh at how pathetic some people were; clients or