Lene;282810 said:
Fucking Target at Xmas. First off the place was always a mess. Second of all I worked at the stupid Toy section and so I had to deal with delusional parents who wanted me to magically conjure up the Baby Alive becase OMG it's on THEIR KIDS LIST! Third of all, every day I was doing 3-4 hours overtime. Which mean that I would start around 4 and I would come home around 3 in the fuckin' morning, with my shoes hurting like hell. I had to buy (from Target) those gel sole things to keep sane.
In retrospect I don't think I was paid for all of that. I need to check my paycheck stubs.
Out of all the seasonal people, like half quit after the first two weeks. I stayed until the end of the season, but few people actually continued to take jobs there.
The job I'm working at is sooo much better. Pays more. I work less than half the hours I worked at target and the schedule is crazy flexible. It's so worth the 5 months that involved the application/interview/training process to get it.
Oh come on. You were sales floor. Sales Floor is NEVER that bad, and never will be that bad. It's only really 'bad' when you're like a senior member that may as well be a manager and everyone expects you to know how to do everything (and do it).
Which leads me to my similarly bad job in relation to the last two posts! Working at Target, backroom day (day just means from 1pm - 11pm basically). I'll just sum up how bad this job was to begin with... Everyone, any time of the year, lasted about 2 months before getting fed up and quitting. I was the most senior backroom day member for about a year (I only worked there for a year and a half) because in a two week period, everyone but me quit, leaving me working like 60 hour weeks for about a month (while in school).
Now, I'll get a little more specific. The reason this job sucked was relatively similar to Bogus' reasons... We were always friendly in the backroom, no one necessarily disliked us (except half the managers), but there was this fun little stereotype going around that we never, ever did anything, and were pretty much paid to sit around. Let me tell you how my usual 8 hour shift would go to illustrate just how true this is to you. Arrive at 2:30PM, realize that you are the first one to show up because our boss (who never works past noon, but is in charge of the backroom day), has the scheduling competency of a fucking baboon.
So, this is a problem because our basic workload is pulling stuff from the shelves in an automated system, every 2 hours starting from 1, the system will give you a large number of things to go and pull from the backroom shelves. Now, these are usually estimated for two people, and usually take about about an hour for two people (that are moderately slow). This also can include heavy furniture brilliantly placed on the top shelf and all that jazz. So after I'd gotten there, and being given 30 minutes to do two hours of work until the next two hours drops by, I'm already semi-annoyed. What makes it better is that every time that'd happen, a manager would come back and ask 'why are the 1's not done yet' and my explanation was never reasonable for some reason. Unless it was the one manager that didn't hate us.
So yeah. This is also on top of the fact that we're responsible for the sales floor calling back and looking for that 'hot item' that the customer lene mentioned wanted. This means that me, the one person they scheduled, gets to pull everything down from the shelves (and later stock it), deal with the sales floor needing shit from the back, and the constant bitching of the managers.
Oh and did I mention that for most the time I was working there (including the month I was by myself) I was a minor? Thusly I was unable to use the heavy machinery to get heavy things down from the top shelves, and was oftentimes forced to do teamlifts at the top of ladders by myself, because nobody ever though the backroom needed help with teamlifts when we called. (but of course we're practically on call for helping the sales floor with teamlifts out to people's cars)(not even kidding either, I was bitched at for 20 minutes because one time during christmas I was too swamped and said I was too busy to help with a carryout).
So yeah, sum up: our job as it were = pull things from backroom, push them to floor(stock shelves), do location checks(get things for guests), set the line after closing so the trucks have somewhere to unload in the morning, carryouts. All of this done by one person. Rarely two. And you know what's even more awesome? They were NEVER hiring for backroom day. Even when it was JUST ME there were TWO positions open for the day, and 12 for the morning, when the morning had a horrendous 15 people already. Oh and the morning crew gets paid a dollar more too! I got paid 50 cents over minimum wage, and the only raise I got working my ass off there for a year and half was when minimum wage went up!
Wal-mart is better, it pays more, there's at the very least more people to spread the work around, and all that jazz. But that sucks about the basic shunning you experienced though, that'd kill.
Oh I forgot too, one time the aforementioned boss told me I couldn't use ladders because it was illegal in california. Oh and of course, christmas. Or as I like to call it, hell. The backroom during christmas is literally flooded with crap everywhere, there's nowhere to even put the crap you pull, you just have to pull it, throw it on a cart, and hope someone else is free to take it there, because god knows there's pallets EVERYWHERE. And of course the fact that you're juggling four location checks at any given time. A notepad was largely necessary for that time of year. Least during that they actually had us with 2 people regularly instead of one.
