I've got a job, I work retail in general merchandise, and honestly its not a shitty job. I fucking love the people I work with and I get to be my weird version of creative and people like it. I am my departments top person for display set up, I am the only person who is allowed without supervision to handle the toy isle when the planogram comes out, and up until the joe fresh management started to stick their hands into everything and fuck it all up. I was the apparel specialist for our store. Now I don't even know what the fuck their trying to do, but thats a whole other chicken to roast.
But,(because there is always a but) I get paid 13 dollars an hour and my shifts have shrunk from full 40hr every week to 24hr maybe 32hr. Which I mean its nice to be fully staffed in the department for once, but I want my money back.
Get another job you say, I would but all the other jobs I've seen, you can either pick to have a shitty workload, or be surrounded by shitty people. I have no defense against shitty people, either that or I make the wrong move against them and end up in the wrong. There is no in-between.
I also don't want to go.
Its funny really I change things all the time, my room, my walls, my personal taste in style, fuck my hair color changes more times then the weather does at this point. I wanna move out, stuff like that.
But I don't want things to change.
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De TodoContent Warning: -Swearing - Suicidal tendencies - Complaining - lack of actual content This is not a story, if that's what your looking for then move along. If you've got advice, Great! You are free to comment it and I am free to ignore it.
