For some reason I haven't been able to access the site regulalrly over the past few days. The magic servers must've been hiccoughing.
Anyhow, now let's hear from chuck, who's on scene with all the action. Now to you...
Thanks, Tyler. Down here, people are galvanized. The overwhelmind mood is:
FUCK WORK
Ive made up my mind. Im quitting my job.
Now that the decision is behind me, I feel pretty damned relieved. Its a liberating choice, and Im glad I allowed myself to make it.
I work at a grocery store. More specifically, I work in the Perishables department of a natural foods store. I stock shit like soymilk and sprouted-wheat bread, and I help customers find the shit they need. But not anymore.
If there was one particular thing that made me realize that I was DONE here, it was my watch. Im always looking at it when Im at work. I start at two, and get off at ten. By three oclock, Im happy an hours gone by, and think only another hour until a break! At five, Im happy that half of the working hours of the shift are done, and I find myself counting down the last two hours almost minute by minute. Ninety-seven to go! What this makes me realize is that, though all in all its not a bad job for a college kid, I HATE this place. I hate this kind of work. Its draining, and I dont need it.
I hate being stuck in this building for eight hours. I hate helping all the stupid customers who have no idea what they want, or expect me to help them find some random thing thats halfway across the store if we have it at all, and Im standing here with gloves on stocking some frozen pizzas from a cart. Mostly, though, I hate the brain drain. This job is infinitely, painfully, boring. I dont think on my job at all, and I dont do anything fun. Its not fast paced or stimulating, but I cant relax or goof off, either. Theres never much to do, but unlike being a cashier or some such, you cant just do not much when theres nothing to do. The more ways I find to avoid work, the longer and more boring my shift seems to be, but its not as if theres this big pile of freight I can just zone out stocking. Instead, Im stuck straightening little stacks of yogurt on the shelves, hunting for the ones that are dated sooner, but in the back, and stack them neatly in the front. Its finding the one or two boxes of ice cream in the back that will exactly fit the empty spots on the shelf. Its just awful. Its like filing. But cold.
Anyhow, now let's hear from chuck, who's on scene with all the action. Now to you...
Thanks, Tyler. Down here, people are galvanized. The overwhelmind mood is:
FUCK WORK
Ive made up my mind. Im quitting my job.
Now that the decision is behind me, I feel pretty damned relieved. Its a liberating choice, and Im glad I allowed myself to make it.
I work at a grocery store. More specifically, I work in the Perishables department of a natural foods store. I stock shit like soymilk and sprouted-wheat bread, and I help customers find the shit they need. But not anymore.
If there was one particular thing that made me realize that I was DONE here, it was my watch. Im always looking at it when Im at work. I start at two, and get off at ten. By three oclock, Im happy an hours gone by, and think only another hour until a break! At five, Im happy that half of the working hours of the shift are done, and I find myself counting down the last two hours almost minute by minute. Ninety-seven to go! What this makes me realize is that, though all in all its not a bad job for a college kid, I HATE this place. I hate this kind of work. Its draining, and I dont need it.
I hate being stuck in this building for eight hours. I hate helping all the stupid customers who have no idea what they want, or expect me to help them find some random thing thats halfway across the store if we have it at all, and Im standing here with gloves on stocking some frozen pizzas from a cart. Mostly, though, I hate the brain drain. This job is infinitely, painfully, boring. I dont think on my job at all, and I dont do anything fun. Its not fast paced or stimulating, but I cant relax or goof off, either. Theres never much to do, but unlike being a cashier or some such, you cant just do not much when theres nothing to do. The more ways I find to avoid work, the longer and more boring my shift seems to be, but its not as if theres this big pile of freight I can just zone out stocking. Instead, Im stuck straightening little stacks of yogurt on the shelves, hunting for the ones that are dated sooner, but in the back, and stack them neatly in the front. Its finding the one or two boxes of ice cream in the back that will exactly fit the empty spots on the shelf. Its just awful. Its like filing. But cold.