[Warning!: Typical Sentri Emo Content Below]
I'm unhappy.
Extremely unhappy, in fact. I've had difficulty remaining content at a job for longer than a few months at a time, and there's rarely been an exception. Thing is, I think I'm fond of Hollywood Video (HV). The idea of working there never occurs to me as something negative, save for not wanting to be a retail-peon, educational-dropout ten years from now. I'll grant that it's not a very complicated job, but it can be a difficult one. At this point, I'm starting to wonder if the difficulty is emphasized at the particular location I work at.
Psychological concepts such as projection and anything similar were introduced to me at a young age, and my intellect combined with my egocentric nature made for a pretty greusome concoction. So, when I talk about how hard I work and how hard others don't, I have indeed attempted to take into account or temper the aforementioned concepts.
Other HVs are cleaner, with coworkers more proficient, and customers more kind. The location I work at is starting to occur to me as a black hole of sorts. It sucks out what little positivity and drive I have on a very regular basis, leaving me weary and making a scant $7.00. Not a day goes by that I don't wish I could have left to a new location with the manager that hired me.
Sundays absolutely kill me. There's an hour to two hours of space between the shift that's leaving once I arrive and the shift that'll show up to close with me. During that interim, I watch the returns that were somehow not taken care of during the morning pile up, clutter, and sometimes fall of of the counter, all while I'm trying to assist three separate customers sign up for a new account, wondering which order I'm going to help the remaning five or six parties in line. As Murphy's laws would dictate, the moment I hand someone their receipt, the door alarm beeps, and another four walk into the store, reinforcing the growing pit I've in my stomach only twenty minutes into my shift.
My location is so proud of spending less labor than is available to it.
Every inch of my location is covered in dust.
The store is not straightened absolutely, nor regularly.
The store is not cleaned thoroughly, nor regularly.
Policies are dealt with inconsistently, such that customers can regularly say "It's never been like that before" and be absolutely correct, because even my superior broke a rule they had only days before re-emphasized to me.
I know a lot of this is simply the nature of this particular beast. I know a lot of this might very well be blown out of proportion. But seriously, I think there's something very wrong with where I work. It's driving me crazy, and I do not want to leave the company. For some reason, I like the responsibilities of my job, and I like helping my customers. I'm kicking my own ass on a regular basis for hating people whom have done nothing wrong simply because they have no idea how good they have it; working somewhere they don't feel disgusting moments after having touched a keyboard or DVD case, complaining about their $9.50/hr., or being a part of a team that just doesn't pass on to the next shift, but instead works together.
I need to get some of this shit out. I don't have the financial wiggle room to leave this job. I don't even have the financial wiggle room to take a long lunch.
*Sigh* I'm sure there's something to be done. Maybe I should move sooner than I've been planning.
I'm unhappy.
Extremely unhappy, in fact. I've had difficulty remaining content at a job for longer than a few months at a time, and there's rarely been an exception. Thing is, I think I'm fond of Hollywood Video (HV). The idea of working there never occurs to me as something negative, save for not wanting to be a retail-peon, educational-dropout ten years from now. I'll grant that it's not a very complicated job, but it can be a difficult one. At this point, I'm starting to wonder if the difficulty is emphasized at the particular location I work at.
Psychological concepts such as projection and anything similar were introduced to me at a young age, and my intellect combined with my egocentric nature made for a pretty greusome concoction. So, when I talk about how hard I work and how hard others don't, I have indeed attempted to take into account or temper the aforementioned concepts.
Other HVs are cleaner, with coworkers more proficient, and customers more kind. The location I work at is starting to occur to me as a black hole of sorts. It sucks out what little positivity and drive I have on a very regular basis, leaving me weary and making a scant $7.00. Not a day goes by that I don't wish I could have left to a new location with the manager that hired me.
Sundays absolutely kill me. There's an hour to two hours of space between the shift that's leaving once I arrive and the shift that'll show up to close with me. During that interim, I watch the returns that were somehow not taken care of during the morning pile up, clutter, and sometimes fall of of the counter, all while I'm trying to assist three separate customers sign up for a new account, wondering which order I'm going to help the remaning five or six parties in line. As Murphy's laws would dictate, the moment I hand someone their receipt, the door alarm beeps, and another four walk into the store, reinforcing the growing pit I've in my stomach only twenty minutes into my shift.
My location is so proud of spending less labor than is available to it.
Every inch of my location is covered in dust.
The store is not straightened absolutely, nor regularly.
The store is not cleaned thoroughly, nor regularly.
Policies are dealt with inconsistently, such that customers can regularly say "It's never been like that before" and be absolutely correct, because even my superior broke a rule they had only days before re-emphasized to me.
I know a lot of this is simply the nature of this particular beast. I know a lot of this might very well be blown out of proportion. But seriously, I think there's something very wrong with where I work. It's driving me crazy, and I do not want to leave the company. For some reason, I like the responsibilities of my job, and I like helping my customers. I'm kicking my own ass on a regular basis for hating people whom have done nothing wrong simply because they have no idea how good they have it; working somewhere they don't feel disgusting moments after having touched a keyboard or DVD case, complaining about their $9.50/hr., or being a part of a team that just doesn't pass on to the next shift, but instead works together.
I need to get some of this shit out. I don't have the financial wiggle room to leave this job. I don't even have the financial wiggle room to take a long lunch.
*Sigh* I'm sure there's something to be done. Maybe I should move sooner than I've been planning.
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you and I should get together and ram our heads into walls and talk about work.
sounds like working in a video store and working in a library are almost the same goddamn thing.
bless you, son, and your retail wage slave ways.