Going into work is an activity devoid of joy in and of itself. Today it was compounded by them officially trying to fuck with me. I was not allowed to cashier in garden, instead banished to the little hell that is Returns. I had one of the head cashiers come over, one of the newer ones who tries that little bit too hard when he sees how pissed off I can get, who wanted to share with me why I was not going to garden. I told him I knew why, but he continued to explain that the head of the front end wanted me inside because of my scores. These scores are dictated by whether customers say good thing about you on our survey.
I know not much at all has been said about me because I refuse to point out the damned things to customers as it is not my prerogative to sell myself to these people but rather to get them in and out of the store with the maximum amount of efficiency and the minimum amount of bullshit as is best for all parties involved. So essentially, the reason this head cashier gave me, while probably being the reason he was fed, it really bullshit. The only thing that has happened that could cause such a dramatic change is the complaint filed against me by that jilted twat of a male specimen who can apparently succeed in starting shit with baseless bitching.
The idea that my scores would get better inside, especially at Returns, is just beyond false. The idea that I am going to do any type of good inside where I don't want to be is false. The idea that everyone else who are being misplaced in garden and don't want to be there, that they are going to suddenly enjoy it and look forward to coming to work to be out there, is false. I told one of my fellow cashiers, one of those who had been sent outside against his will, I told him about the incident. He told me that it made sense that it was me because one of the head cashiers let slip that he had to be out there because I was not allowed to be. The head cashier then promptly said he shouldn't have told the cashier that, but it was solid confirmation of what I already knew. This place is a logic-less void and is no place for a sensible girl like me to hang around.
I know not much at all has been said about me because I refuse to point out the damned things to customers as it is not my prerogative to sell myself to these people but rather to get them in and out of the store with the maximum amount of efficiency and the minimum amount of bullshit as is best for all parties involved. So essentially, the reason this head cashier gave me, while probably being the reason he was fed, it really bullshit. The only thing that has happened that could cause such a dramatic change is the complaint filed against me by that jilted twat of a male specimen who can apparently succeed in starting shit with baseless bitching.
The idea that my scores would get better inside, especially at Returns, is just beyond false. The idea that I am going to do any type of good inside where I don't want to be is false. The idea that everyone else who are being misplaced in garden and don't want to be there, that they are going to suddenly enjoy it and look forward to coming to work to be out there, is false. I told one of my fellow cashiers, one of those who had been sent outside against his will, I told him about the incident. He told me that it made sense that it was me because one of the head cashiers let slip that he had to be out there because I was not allowed to be. The head cashier then promptly said he shouldn't have told the cashier that, but it was solid confirmation of what I already knew. This place is a logic-less void and is no place for a sensible girl like me to hang around.
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