I am not a man who likes to go into stores, let alone work in one. I have however worked in 2 stores at different times in my working life. At the grocery store I was constantly griped at by people looking to buy the ingredients to make their creamy lemon pasta or some shit. Yeah it's probably going to be in the pasta isle and the lemon isle. You might want some peas and butter in there too ya fuck. I'm not a head chef, I don't know your recipe. Don't ask me for help with the dish and then just stand there waiting on me to figure the rest out.
At the tourist store I spoke with a wacko that thought that I was probably psychic because of the way he read his deck of Yu-Gi-Oh cards that morning. So he wanted me to join his group of psychics. He was from Pennsylvania and the store I was working at was in North Carolina. He said that it wouldn't matter as I could attend the meetings in my spiritual body. So yea, he was definitely the high point of that job, and the meetings aren't too bad either.
At the tourist store I spoke with a wacko that thought that I was probably psychic because of the way he read his deck of Yu-Gi-Oh cards that morning. So he wanted me to join his group of psychics. He was from Pennsylvania and the store I was working at was in North Carolina. He said that it wouldn't matter as I could attend the meetings in my spiritual body. So yea, he was definitely the high point of that job, and the meetings aren't too bad either.
Working in a store is way too boring. If you happen to be retarded, then you probably won't mind. You probably don't mind much of anything. My day job is in the restaurant business and there is room for excitement even though restaurant work can also be pretty repetitive. You can never really predict how people are going to be in a fast paced environment. You can tell me to do 23 things at once and I'll try, but that doesn't mean that this ship isn't sinking to the bottom of the ocean where a shift in tectonic plates has opened a fissure that leads to the center of the Earth. The ship being our service.
The only thing that really sucks about restaurant work is when you have to deal with a new manager. But that store it sucks all them time, just because you work at the store. Sometimes a new restaurant manager isn't bad but when it is, you're dealing with one of those chodes that thinks that the standards of the place and everyone there are piss poor and that they are really gonna turn everything around. Those guys are always fired quickly, quit on their own because they can't take it, or are the actual owners of the company. My last manager like that was the kind of guy that if you happened to ask him for help during the shift he would punish you by making you listen to all his theories about religion, politics and culture. He was as reliable a source on those topics as predicting the future using zodiac signs and tarot cards.
The only thing that really sucks about restaurant work is when you have to deal with a new manager. But that store it sucks all them time, just because you work at the store. Sometimes a new restaurant manager isn't bad but when it is, you're dealing with one of those chodes that thinks that the standards of the place and everyone there are piss poor and that they are really gonna turn everything around. Those guys are always fired quickly, quit on their own because they can't take it, or are the actual owners of the company. My last manager like that was the kind of guy that if you happened to ask him for help during the shift he would punish you by making you listen to all his theories about religion, politics and culture. He was as reliable a source on those topics as predicting the future using zodiac signs and tarot cards.
The store has no excitement. People will gripe at you because they are people. It's not like a bagger can fill out an order form for more diet rite soda for you, you crazy fucking bitch. I was followed around the store by some lady who was having a meltdown over there being no more diet rite. I didn't even know what type of product diet rite was. It's a soda if you didn't know either. I was going to ask the pharmacy people if it was a type of diet pill. I had no clue what she was talking about. I was and am the kind of guy that on a whim will play Pokemon for 17 hours straight until I'm hallucinating a family of Pikachus in my living room. So I'm not the kind of guy that you go to for solutions of any kind.
I ended up just telling the bitch to go talk to management. I actually got her to leave me alone by saying "I can't do anything about it, I'm just a bagger." She was furious at that, but I had already tried every bit of customer service that I possibly could and she was still pissed. I looked for the soda, checked in storage for the soda, asked the inventory manager if we had the soda. To which he said no. Then when I asked him to talk to the crazy lady, once again he just said no. That was a man in charge of his own future. He knew I had been unfortunate enough to attract the attention of that cunt and he wanted no part of it. I bet he retires at 36 with a fortune somehow. Probably from buying dvds in bulk and reselling them on Ebay.
Working at the store is pretty horrifying in an existential sense. There is no purpose to what you're doing there. In a few years robots will have completely gotten rid of the human element in that business. So you just have to keep pretending to give a fuck when you don't until the day when you can do something else and just quit instead of getting fired and looking bad. The tourist store sucks ass too. I once had a preacher talk to me for about 37 minutes about the religious implications of wearing jewelry that had skulls on it. In real life and not work life, I would have yelled in his face "If it offends you, then don't buy the shit!" But I wouldn't have been in the store in my real life. I don't care a thing for Harley-Davidson, skulls or not. My guess is that I had to listen to this guys impromptu sermon because I never go to church anymore. God knew I was hiding from church by working all the time, so he sent his messenger to my place of employment.
Well surprise surprise, I fucking hated both stores. It was just too slow, and most of the people that worked there were total brain dead losers. I quit the tourist job by dropping my stuff off in the store office and just walking out, never to return. The manager called me several times and texted me but I was too busy crying by myself in Wendy's while eating a Dave's double with fries and cream soda. I gave the grocery store two weeks notice, I'm not a total bastard.
I was crying in Wendy's because I knew that I'd never get that time back that I had wasted at the store. When I play Mass Effect 3 online on the Wiiu nowadays, I expect and enjoy a single player experience. The name Wiiu is basically Japanese for dead console. But I'm still playing and enjoying the game even though there is nobody to play it with. It's okay to be alone on there because it still fulfills all of my expectations for what that time should be.
I cried about the Harley-Davidson store because I had thought that it would be a fun, silly way to make a living and a place where I could make new friends. But I was completely wrong about that. It was a miserable, soulless place where no friends where to be made. The choice of Wendy's is because I was incredibly disappointed in my life and my dad really likes Wendy's. He is also really disappointed in my life so I think it all ties together really well.
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I was crying in Wendy's because I knew that I'd never get that time back that I had wasted at the store. When I play Mass Effect 3 online on the Wiiu nowadays, I expect and enjoy a single player experience. The name Wiiu is basically Japanese for dead console. But I'm still playing and enjoying the game even though there is nobody to play it with. It's okay to be alone on there because it still fulfills all of my expectations for what that time should be.
I cried about the Harley-Davidson store because I had thought that it would be a fun, silly way to make a living and a place where I could make new friends. But I was completely wrong about that. It was a miserable, soulless place where no friends where to be made. The choice of Wendy's is because I was incredibly disappointed in my life and my dad really likes Wendy's. He is also really disappointed in my life so I think it all ties together really well.
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