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10 Things I Hate as a Target Employee

*Ahem* Sorry. I mean, 10 things I hate as a Target Team Member. That’s a good place to start.

1)   The lingo. Hate probably isn’t the right word for this, because it’s actually pretty amusing. But calling employees Team Members and customers Guests along with all the other foofy feel-good vocabulary at Target can drive me a little crazy sometimes.

2)   Guests who pick something up, walk a couple of feet, and put it down somewhere else. I can actually understand the motivation behind leaving something halfway across the store. It takes a good bit of time to put it back at that point. But when you’re literally three paces from the item’s home location, PUT IT BACK. I once had a woman do this while I was standing right there. I was stocking some Planter’s peanuts and she walked by and picked up a box. She then looked at it for a second, shook her head, and tucked it between some bags of chips. She didn’t even move. I was speechless. Just… how… what…

3)   Guests who leave an empty cart sitting in the middle of the main aisle. I don’t mean leaving it there to go grab something. I mean grabbing a cart, browsing the store a little bit, then abandoning your poor cart in the back of the store. I always wonder what happened to the guests that do this. Did they suddenly realize they had to be somewhere urgently with no time to put the cart away? Did they get lost in the clothing racks? Were they abducted by aliens? Where did they go?

Please. Go home.

4)   Sundays. Why all of you people have to do your shopping on the same day is beyond me. Do you enjoy impossibly dense crowds? Do you not want to be able to find what you’re looking for because the shelves are picked clean? Seriously! You’d have a much more enjoyable shopping experience any other day of the week!

5)   Flats, carts, and tubs with squeaky or otherwise noisy wheels. I’d like to be able to do my job without drawing too much attention to myself. Unfortunately, just about everything I can push merchandise on has at least one wheel that shrieks louder than the souls of the damned. There’s no escaping it.

6)   Those stupid bungee chairs. You know, the apparently super-comfortable ones that would never look good your home. Nobody can figure out how to fold the damn things. They pull it off the shelf, click the legs into place, and sit on it for a bit. Then they realize that the legs lock into place so they don’t collapse during use. I know exactly what runs through these guests’ heads: “Oh noooo! I’ve ruined it forever!” Nope, there’s actually a little switch right next to the hinge that unlocks it. They’ve actually gotten even easier to figure out now.

7)   Being a cashier. Er, Check Lane Connoisseur. Or whatever. Gotta be Target Lingo Friendly. There is nothing worse than standing around for 8 hours trying to make idle conversation while scanning item after item. It makes your leg hurt and there’s no variety. And no, if it doesn’t scan the first time it’s not free. Hahahahahaha, never heard that one before!

8)   Holidays. More specifically, the days before and after holidays. It’s not really even because of the shopping rush that occurs. It’s because we have to put everything remotely related to the holiday on the shelf the day before, even if there’s no room. We can’t sell it if it’s in the back, so we’ve gotta cram every last bit on the floor in hopes that someone will buy it all. And they never do. It always ends up on clearance for like 99% off the next day. And even then the stuff sticks around forever. I’m still finding St. Patrick’s Day things on clearance shelves. It’s insane.

9)   Guests who wear red and kakhi. Do you work here? I don’t recognize you, but you could be in a different department and/or new. Generally, if you wear the Target uniform to Target, I’m probably not going to ask if you need help. And actually, if you dress like you work at Target outside of working at Target, you kind of need some fashion help.

There’s no way you’re not
a Team Member…

10)   Ambiguously rude guests. Most Target guests are actually pretty friendly. It’s rare that I meet a confrontational guest, but when it happens I’m pretty good at handling it. But when I can’t tell if you’re mad, I have no idea how to handle you. Here’s a conversation that happened today between me and an older guest in a wheelchair-cart-thing:

Me: Hi, finding everything okay?
Guest: No. *sourpuss face*
Me: … Uh, well, can I help you find something?
Guest: No. *rolls away in her wheelchair-cart-thing*

What happened there? I don’t even know.

Sourced from rothulfossil.blogspot.com

 

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Christmas Working at Amazon: One Man’s Story

Christmas at Amazon: One Man's Story

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What is it like to work at an Amazon warehouse during the annual holiday rush? One Amazon warehouse employee kindly narrated the “nonstop chaos” for us over the past month.

Even in normal times, the job of an Amazon warehouse employee is physically andpsychologically demanding. When the holiday shopping season arrives, the company staffs up with thousands of new, temporary “seasonal” workers. A few weeks ago, one of those seasonal Amazon warehouse workers began sharing his thoughts with us, day after day, They amount to a stream of consciousness narration of what life is like inside the beating heart of Christmas capitalism—the secret place where Santa’s real elves work around the clock to get all of us our presents.

This is one Amazon employee’s journey. This guy is great.

December 3: “Just ended day four… The next two weeks are mandatory 60 hour weeks! I’m just now trying to look into their definition of overtime. I have a feeling that hours 40-50 won’t actually be time and a half. The fact that they do hire just about anyone- myself included, I have a sad work history- suggests to me that ‘they,’ Integrity [the staffing company] and Amazon, have found a way to not give us time and a half. My ‘ambassadors’ certainly aren’t going to tell me, and I have a strong feeling that a few thousand people are going to be really pissed. I’ll say this: it’s fukkin fascinating. It’s all freaks and misfits, again, myself included.”

December 4: “Mandatory 60 hour weeks for the next two weeks. I forget, I think you have to work a minimum number of shifts before you can even THINK about asking for a day off. Even then, it might cost a point [a demerit]… They are conditioning us through incessant repetition that our 15 minute breaks are really only about ten minutes. They ‘fail’ to mention that the time you wait standing in line having to remove keys, belts, etc. is PART of your break. Lunch as well. Clicked out for lunch too of course. Waiting in line to go through a metal detector [ed.: this time is unpaid]. That said, some still drive to a nearby Mcdonalds and come back to eat.”

December 7: “I’ve been told it’s the second largest warehouse in the world!!! Sounds impressive, no? Sure, if were talking square blocks, or square miles, but one day, inevitably, it will become a lifeless, giant, empty waste of space.”

December 8: “I should correct myself. Second largest AMAZON warehouse in the world. Anything more is hard to fathom, though I must say, starting week two, it’s not so overwhelming. Like rats or ants or bees. Really! A chaotic cohesion. They’ve trained into to accepting that our ’15 minute break’ really isn’t. Yeah, sorry about the misunderstanding, but what we really mean is we’re going to forgive you for not bringing it in—the numbers—for 15 minutes. Not get to the break room (I’ll have to get back to that!) and have 15 minutes, THEN get back. 15 minutes total. There is so much, and I’m kinda tired today. Ask me about ‘time off task.’ So yeah, that goes back to being at the far end of the building. There’s five minutes of your 15 minute break. Which means you have five minutes, because you need the other five to get back. You get it.

“To be sure, there is no talk of mutiny or unionizing amongst us proles. Amazon represents the unskilled labor force in America. Elsewhere too I suppose. We are all going to be making a lot of money in a short amount of time, and I think that’s all that matters. Of course it’s not fair to speak for anyone else. Amazon might hire a few people after this ‘holiday season,’ maybe. Probably not. I do know that if I ‘complete my Amazon assignment,’ ISS (Integrity staffing services) will recognize me as… Damn! I forget. I’ll have to refer to my reading material. It’s amusing.

“I should be telling you about my almost 4,000 miles of bicycle touring I did this summer. But, I answered your call. A story is a million stories put together. Ask me about the speed bumps in the parking lot too!

“I hate that I’m leaving my dog for 12-14 hours a day. Amazon takes much more from you than a ten hour shift. Leaving the parking lot for example. And the poor way they herd traffic. Fukk! This could become a book if I could bother.

“The job itself is not mentally challenging. They have this shit down and there is little room for error. Everyone is being watched. Not just cameras, they can keep track of you, and come find you. Tracking device kinda thing.

“The scanners that are mandatory issue for us ‘pickers’ are unforgiving. They know where everything is, everything!

“Yeah, it can be hard work. Today they set the quota—22 picks in your first 15 minutes. Next week? Ever seen Hudsucker Proxy? There’s a scene where the main character gets his orientation. It’s pretty dead on funny, cuz it’s so dead on. Anyway, I don’t mind the running around. I can handle it. But, it’s go go go. You have to have stamina.

“Speaking of stamina, if I could magically fall asleep now, I’d have six hours before I start this whole thing again. Oh! It was said today that we will get out no later than 3-3:30 Xmas eve! I might volunteer for the day itself. Not a Christmas guy anyway.”

December 13: “In a twelve hour period, this happened. If I can forward the email, I will. I don’t think I can…I receive an email to remind me of the ‘mandatory’ overtime. I receive an email telling me they need proof of my high school diploma—because, they want to keep me on. Not Amazon, Integrity—and they need to know if I graduated or have GED. Which I call good enough diploma. Ha! Then, I get a garbled message that I understand as I did not pass the pre screen test and good luck etc…….call if you have any questions. As far as I can tell, they found marihuana in me. I let it be known that I want to talk to an Integrity representative. I get a call back shortly thereafter telling me to ignore the message sent in error and to show up tomorrow. It’s fukked. Of course there more. I’m sad that all this stress occurred on my day off. Sooooo, I’m off to get another 60 hours for six more days. I wasn’t ready to not work, so I’m glad. I’d like to go to HR and air my grievances, but I can only do that during one of my breaks, or lunch, or after work. I question why I’m doing this! Money, sure. Social studies, yes. And?”

December 21: “Sorry for a break in the updates, but the 60 hour weeks take their toll! That said, here’s what seems to be going on lately with everyone. I don’t talk with too many people, but this seems to be the shared story. Work, go home, eat, shower, sleep. Repeat.

“My knees creak and pop, my ankles too. Not normal! This must be why they have mandatory stretching. I see a few people that get into the routine, the ones I see stretching on their own time throughout the day, because there are benefits to be gained (and noticed!) from a regular routine. Not just speaking for myself . The kids don’t care, of course, because there’s much to talk about, such is youth!

“Gotta check to be certain, but it seems that everyone may- and I say should!- receive back pay. Hmm, one of the first stories I remember reading about Amazon involved a class action. This could be interesting. But I do have to wait before I can say for sure.

“It’s pizza for lunch tomorrow! Courtesy Amazon. It’s part of the incentive. It is cool that there is an actual DJ! He takes requests, and today someone commented/complained that the DJ is playing too much devil music. Funny!

“Today they have hourly announcements for someone getting a $10 gas prepaid card. Tomorrow a lucky someone could a $100 gift card. For Amazon maybe?”

December 24: “For two weeks it’s been nonstop chaos! Mandatory overtime, everyone doing their best to not run into each other. ‘Excuse me, sorry, thanks.’ Today was a special half day, everyone left at noon. By the way, Friday-day after Xmas- is mandatory overtime. Why? They expect a huge number of people to be using their gift cards to order stuff. You know, anything from vegan marshmallows to glow in the dark strap-ons. To be fair, they never said we would not be working Friday. I won’t be surprised if many don’t show up. After all, it’s a temp job, and if I may speak for many, everyone’s burned out. And maybe want to spend time with family. And everyone that’s worked there deserves a long weekend.

“Yesterday and today was weird. Almost post zombie apocalyptic. Abandoned carts left in the aisles, just a few (hundred) of us pickers. I can’t explain why we stayed on and others didn’t. End of their assignment. Burn out? Too many points? Does it mean I might have a chance at full time employment? Points equal termination.”

December 29: “No overtime this this week! Just forty hours. So, there was so much chaos and people for two weeks. A constant wave of bodies at all times. Different break times for different groups. It was the only way. It was bad enough! Many people would go to their cars, myself included. There’s so much more to tell. But! Two days before Christmas, many got to go home at lunch. It was weirdly quiet. The next day, on the eve, just as quiet. But then yesterday and today, well let’s say no one is back. Phasing phase. Here’s why:

“Today at stand up, the pep rally of sorts, where we learn about numbers and safety reminders, and ‘go take care of the customers!’ Today was not the usual feel good stand up. It was cold hard facts. We started with 2,000 temps for the season, and as of Xmas eve, it’s down to 400. Pretty obvious. And to think I may never see this beautiful red haired woman again!

“So, numbers. This man hints at saying that some people may have a chance at becoming an Amazon hire. He doesn’t really even say that. It’s well worded. But ultimately if we want to become a ‘success story,’ we have to really get out there and ‘give it our all!’ It’s like I’m in some elimination reality show all of sudden. To be certain though, there will be even fewer people next week, and, if I understood correctly, next week will be the last week. And that’s good to know. I asked about it last week, Integrity just said that Amazon tells them when to call people. I’m guessing that Amazon used their points system…Anyway, maybe they kept people with less, or no points, like me!

“I think those of us who currently remain, we’ll stay on until the end. A damn hard earned $2,000!”

And that’s where Christmas comes from.

Sourced from Gawker.com

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Are You Being An A-Hole to Your Cashier?

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I work at a “big-box” store like Target or Wal*Mart. I am a cashier. This is a pretty low-pressure, non-demanding job (the kind I can call in sick to whenever I feel like), which is perfect for me, a college student, at the moment. My co-workers (team members) are pretty much all decent enough and I get along with them just fine most of the time. The only factor that occasionally makes me hate the job is YOU. Yes, asshole customers, you come in several varieties, but you are all very much the same.

–The Bitch
This is an umbrella term for a diverse array of predominantly female asshole customers. The Standard Bitch isn’t trying to piss me off, it just comes naturally. It’s a tone of voice, a look, or a non-response to my standard friendly greeting that makes you an asshole customer. I’m paid to ring up your shit, not deal with your attitude.

The College Bitch is generally a more ditzy kind of whore, one who is always friendly to the cashier, but displays her bitchiness in her conversation with others. A common College Bitch scenario: “Oh I’m fine, thanks.” She turns to her friend, “So, is daddy going to pay for this stuff or is it going to be mommy this time?” This is always said with a sly smile on the face and a fistful of credit cards in the hand. The College Bitch is mostly a bitch because I HAVE TO WORK IN ORDER TO GO TO SCHOOL. Do you really need another pair of novelty-sized sunglasses, Paris? Do us all a favor and get on the pole already. We’d rather see you there now when your tits are still perky than later when you’re saggy and your parents have cut off your stupid ass.

–The Kid with His Own Money
Jesus Hulkamaniac Christ, parents! Stop giving your kids money to give to me. I understand that little Timmy has to learn how to deal with money eventually, but please lets not play this little game in a busy store like mine. My job is to ring up your shit and get you out the door so I can ring up the next asshole and get HIM out the door. I don’t want to wait for five fuckin’ minutes while your snot-nosed little bastard tries to figure out that he needs to give me FOUR dollars when something is $3.95. I will not baby-talk your kid or help them in any way, and if you give me a nasty look because of that, I’ll remember it and secretly break your shit next time I’m baggin for you.

–The Confused Foreigner
If you don’t know how our money works in this country, what are you doing shopping by yourself? Every time I have to pick the correct change out of the pile in your quivering palm because you forgot that the little silver ones are 10 cents and the big ones are 25, I’m going to accidentally ring up something twice. The red bar is used to indicate separate transactions, by the way. Use it. Do not tell me that your Enfamil and Pedialyte were supposed to be on a different credit card as I am handing you the receipt for them. Oh, and your items cost a couple dollars more than the tag said because of a little thing called sales tax. Dumbass.

–The Liar
“The sign said it was $12.99 or something, not $24.99!” Bullshit. I used to let you slide if your lie seemed reasonable or was within about $5 of the actual price, but I’m done with that now. If you don’t want to pay full price, leave it on the shelf. And don’t raise your fucking voice like I’M the mother fucker that sets the prices. I just ring the shit up. Your other favorite lie is “The sign said 50% off.” When I inform you that ALL of our clearance items have a sticker clearly stating the clearance price including all markdowns, you panic or get angry and thrust the item at me, saying that you don’t want it in that case.

–The Indecisive Shopper
You are usually also a Bitch, and decide at the last moment that you don’t want half of the shit in your shopping cart! “I changed my mind on these, I’m going to wait on this, I don’t want these any more, I meant to put this back.” Fuck you. If you don’t really want it, don’t bring it to me! “How much is that? Really? Well I don’t want it.” Who puts things in the cart without looking at the price? Who waits until they are at the POINT OF SALE to see how much a thing is? Give me a break!

–The Slow Mother Fucker
I can see you coming a mile away. You’re old, or young, or foreign, or just plain fucking retarded and can’t seem to figure out how this whole shopping dealie works out. You generally wait until I tell you the total to pull out your wallet or purse, then have a lengthy internal dialogue with yourself about which method of payment might be best to use at this particular time. Once you have decided, you write a check or try to insert your card upside-down into the reader for about 3 minutes. After I finally get your payment passed through and hand you the receipt, it takes you a good 5 minutes to gather up your bags and finally leave the fucking register. I would like to break your legs. At least then you’d have a reason to be so damn slow.

–The Clearance Shopper
Everything you buy is on clearance. Does your family know? Do you really need 15 plastic napkin rings for $.12 a piece?

–The Buddy
You always talk to me about how long I’ve been here, when my next break is, when I’m leaving, what it’s like working here, etc. You tell me you used to work in retail so you know how it can be, all sympathetic-like. You annoy me and I’m going to accidentally drop your things onto the dirty floor.

–The Cell Phone Talker
You refuse to call the person back in two minutes when we’re through. You insist on screaming into the phone or, worse, laughing the entire time I’m dealing with you. Hang up for a sec, okay? You can tell Roscoe P. Fuckwater about your sexual escapades when you see him at the AA meeting next week. The fact that you are distracted by conversation means that you won’t notice the double charges I accidentally on purpose made while ringing up your shit, though. So it’s not all bad, I guess.

–The Church Fuck
Nothing is worse than when churchy-types try and push their beliefs on you, except maybe when you are required by your job to be friendly to them. Generally you, a Church Fuck, will wait until I have handed you the receipt to give me two pieces of paper and tell me “I want to invite you to come to this function we’re having..” This caught me off gaurd the first couple of times it happened. I’ve gotten used to you old hags now though, and have since formulated the following response to your invitation: As I am tearing the paper in half and discarding it, I shall state “No thank you, Ma’am, I do not believe in your god.” I will then turn to the next customer and remark about how batshit nutty you must be to try and convert me while I’m on the god damn (pardon the pun) clock. If you come back and try your shit again, I’ll have you removed from the building for soliciting.

–The Last Minute Shopper
You run into the store five minutes before closing time and grab a shopping cart! You need a ton of shit and need it TONIGHT! You can’t wait until tomorrow morning because you have to stock up on pop-tarts and deodorant NOW. You make me stay in the store long after closing time, and I secrectly openly wish that you die in a car wreck on the way home. You also invariably have a problem with payment. Either you don’t have your credit card or don’t have your ID or need to take shit off the order so your cash will cover it.. it’s never just a smooth transaction! And you never realize that you’re unprepared until I have spent 10 minutes ringing up all of your shit. That’s ten minutes that you’re keeping me away from my house, my girlfriend, and my bed. You don’t know it, and obviously don’t care, but I gotta still DO SHIT after the store closes, and you’re holding me up! Die already!

–The Clothing Asshole
You buy a shitload of clothing and refuse to put it on the conveyor belt, saying that it’s too dirty. You want the hangars on, but want the clothes folded. You bitch at me about needing to wear them and not wanting wrinkles. Guess what, cheap-ass? You’re supposed to fucking wash clothes before you wear them. This means a trip to the dry cleaner for your business attire to have it pressed, or a 15-minute wash cycle when you get home. Stop being a lazy prick and just fucking deal with it. This isn’t Banana Republic. I’m not paid to fold your shit, just to ring it up, throw it in a bag, and take your money.

So there you have it, a brief look into what we, the people that ring up your shit, must deal with every day. Please do not be an asshole customer. I really don’t want to charge you twice.

Sourced from craiglist.org

 

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