Story time:
Last job I had, I was a backroom associate. Meaning I did more shyt in 4 hours than most do in 8. Anywho, I had this miserable supervisor who always had some slick shyt to say or be all in her feelings because
. For the most part, I didn't mind it and just rolled with the punches until that glorious day of built of frustration and tireness. I broke some merchandise by accident since there's a shyt load of stuff all over the storage area and management expect us to treat the shyt like Tetris. I took my L like a man and just took my supervisor I fukked up and accept being demoted at storage duties. Nah, she wanted to go in and make me feel even more like shyt. So I basically express my feeling concerning the simple fact that I do a pretty good job in the truck and outside the bytch
. She looked over my overkill hard work and just talked more shyt, so I was like alright
. *Sees manager* "
You and me in your office now 
". I unload the clip of my supervisor's foolishness from her having a bias to her clique of women workers to taking her frustration out on me. Manager had the 
look because he knew that she fukked up and the back area is fukked up if I chuck the peace. So he tries to reason with me and cool me down before I got back to work. I called out the next day and returned the following day with a two weeks notice. fukkery commenced as my co worker tried to get me to work in her department, my manager literally begged me to stay, and my supervisor acting retarded about me putting in my notice
. My manager had the GALL to ask me to come in after my two weeks were up to get some extra funds. Nevermind the fact that I got treated like garbage, overlooked for my customer service, and got treated like a full blown retard in the basement. After I left the place I felt a sense of relief followed by a huge deep depression that sucked the living life out of me. I got tired of feeling like a rug for businesses and just didn't know where I was going in life. Eventually, I ended up working again...back into retail yet I feel a sense of freedom again. I feel like how I felt with my first actual job. The emotion of making sells and the rush of bringing happiness to folks lives even if it's just offering advice on a TV or a computer.
Bottom line OP is most people have this stigma of life ending if you leave your job. Yet, if you have a plan, know your worth and respect your sanity. You do the right thing and just see what your future holds in other endeavors. A job is just want it is, but your life has true meaning.
Last job I had, I was a backroom associate. Meaning I did more shyt in 4 hours than most do in 8. Anywho, I had this miserable supervisor who always had some slick shyt to say or be all in her feelings because
. For the most part, I didn't mind it and just rolled with the punches until that glorious day of built of frustration and tireness. I broke some merchandise by accident since there's a shyt load of stuff all over the storage area and management expect us to treat the shyt like Tetris. I took my L like a man and just took my supervisor I fukked up and accept being demoted at storage duties. Nah, she wanted to go in and make me feel even more like shyt. So I basically express my feeling concerning the simple fact that I do a pretty good job in the truck and outside the bytch. She looked over my overkill hard work and just talked more shyt, so I was like alright. *Sees manager* "You and me in your office now ". I unload the clip of my supervisor's foolishness from her having a bias to her clique of women workers to taking her frustration out on me. Manager had the look because he knew that she fukked up and the back area is fukked up if I chuck the peace. So he tries to reason with me and cool me down before I got back to work. I called out the next day and returned the following day with a two weeks notice. fukkery commenced as my co worker tried to get me to work in her department, my manager literally begged me to stay, and my supervisor acting retarded about me putting in my notice. My manager had the GALL to ask me to come in after my two weeks were up to get some extra funds. Nevermind the fact that I got treated like garbage, overlooked for my customer service, and got treated like a full blown retard in the basement. After I left the place I felt a sense of relief followed by a huge deep depression that sucked the living life out of me. I got tired of feeling like a rug for businesses and just didn't know where I was going in life. Eventually, I ended up working again...back into retail yet I feel a sense of freedom again. I feel like how I felt with my first actual job. The emotion of making sells and the rush of bringing happiness to folks lives even if it's just offering advice on a TV or a computer.Bottom line OP is most people have this stigma of life ending if you leave your job. Yet, if you have a plan, know your worth and respect your sanity. You do the right thing and just see what your future holds in other endeavors. A job is just want it is, but your life has true meaning.
literally re-folding clothes & rehanging clothes for 4-6 hrs)... learning registers wasn’t hard but selling fukking store credits was irritating af. I’d ask, customer says no I 
& keep ringing. The store wanted me to mKe it seem like the customers were getting a savings card or some shyt. 
Kept ringing & waved them goodbye.
Like why am I over here putting a damn inquiry on somebody credit score for a little change in my check? After a while of 0 store credits they made me do mandatory advance credit selling training & all the incentives & possible savings they could get...
