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13 June 2009 @ 11:38 pm
What the hell. I mean really, what the hell? Was it 'make Kyla's day shitty' day today? Cause, it certainly felt like it.

I'm a pretty decent worker. Or at least, that's what I tell myself. I do what's asked of me, and then I push it a little further. If there aren't any customers nearby, and no one's wanted to buy anything for the past couple minutes, I go and I start straightening up the areas around my register. I size clothing, and I move things to where they should be. I put like clothes with like clothes. The way I'd like a store to be if I went shopping. I fold clothes, and put things on the shelves where they go. I even go around to each of the registers and straighten up the shelves of bags, so that nothing's laying on the floor, or is shoved in the very back of the bay. I do my part.

I always take all of my recovery items to the back of the store where they go. Hell, I even go so far as to take other people's back as well, if they're in my path to the back of the store. When I have to close the store, I go through and pre-count down my registers, check if things need change, and organize the media files before it needs to be done, so that when the doors close, everyone can leave the store when they're supposed to. Managers have commended me on this.

I'm nothing but nice to the customers, and I'm apparently always in a good mood at work, or at least quite happy-looking and sounding.

I do my best to sell the credit card we offer, and usually get at least one credit before I leave the store for the day.

I am all around, a damned decent cashier, and most places would be thrilled to have me work for them. I don't complain about my hours, and I'm always more than happy to come in if someone calls off. I'm available 24 hours a day, and I live a 15 minute walk from the store, so I'm there rain or shine. I've only ever called off once.

So the day before yesterday, when I went to clock out, I was in a hurry, and flustered. It'd been a busy day, and my replacement was a little late. I tried to round everything up so that I could take it back and clock out as quickly as possible, so as not to throw off the hours I was working (and so that we would come in alright on payroll). I usually clock out about 5-10 minutes after I'm scheduled to do so. I'd clock out on time, but no one else clocks in that 5 minutes early we're allowed, so we're always running a little late. I accidentally forgot my holds up at the register. I assumed it wouldn't be a big deal, since I always go out of my way to help everyone else out. Apparently I was very wrong. I forget to do something ONCE. Just once. And I get two notes about it. I could understand one. I even understood the first one being from the cashier who replaced me. But there was no call for my supervisor to write me a 'reminder' note about it. The cashier had already addressed the issue, and she wrote me the note 2 days later! As if I always leave my stuff laying around the registers! I know for a fact that other cashiers leave their recovery at the registers for days and days! I've had to take back things that were up at the register for over a week before! And I know that she doesn't write any of them notes. It's not like it would be hard to find out who was doing it, either.

But no. I'm the only one. I had everything rounded up, and it was in a centralized location. I had moved it a register back, so that I would have room to stand in the register bay, so when I grabbed everything else, my arms were already full, and I was flustered. I didn't even think to look back and see my holds.

It wouldn't have taken them long to put them where they went when they closed that night. Really, it wouldn't have been a big deal at all. And now suddenly I'm the person that's in the wrong, because I forgot to do something once. I'm being reprimanded for something that happens every goddamned day in that store.
Current Location: home
Current Mood: irateirate
Current Music: the humming of the fishtank
Katosanzo_chama on June 14th, 2009 04:09 am (UTC)
It's probably because you do do so much extra. It surprised them that you forgot something.
aidanmontagueaidanmontague on June 14th, 2009 04:20 am (UTC)
Yeah, maybe. But she's being a bitch. Like normal, I guess.

And then today one of my coworkers told me that I need to buy a new pair of pants for work, because the ones I was wearing looked 'unprofessional' at the hem.

Wth? Srsly? I mean...no one fucking sees the bottom half of my pants, or my goddammed shoes, which they made me change anyway. I had to buy a pair of 'dress' shoes to wear to work. Because the policy states that I may not wear tennis shoes to work unless I have a doctors note on file.

I walk to work. Hello? Dress shoes are notoriously uncomfortable.

The ones I bought wound up being a size too small. But they were clearance items. So I'm not taking them back. I could exchange them for a bigger size, but I'm not going to. They fit without the insoles I have for them...but if I wear them that way, the bottoms of my feet hurt. The way I'm wearing them now, my toes hurt.

Today was the worst day ever. D
Katosanzo_chama on June 14th, 2009 05:52 pm (UTC)
...And why don't you change into the dress shoes at work
Katosanzo_chama on June 14th, 2009 05:52 pm (UTC)
aidanmontagueaidanmontague on June 15th, 2009 04:32 am (UTC)
Well. I do now. But that's not the point. The point is they're uncomfortable as fuck, and no one fucking sees them anyway, since I'm always behind the register.
Katosanzo_chama on June 15th, 2009 04:44 am (UTC)
Ugh. Keep your feet half-out?