To Sporting Goods!!! Fuck that!
No one wants to work in Sporting Goods, not even the people who actually work there, which is why they called in today. So I go in to go to my little cashier box and my manager says "Hey Mel (calls me Mel now because he got sick of being told that my name is NOT Melanie), R and S called in today so can you go work Sporting Goods?" Wtf? I'm a cashier. I don't know anything about Sporting Goods. I don't do sports. I'm not trained for this! And worse, they started a new hire today and sent her over there with me ("Because Mel has worked here for seven years and she knows this store better than I do. She could be a manager if she wasn't so stubborn about it.") and expected me to know how to train her. We spent most of the day talking about books and wandering around trying to find where to put misplaced items (fyi, if you're one of the people who picks up something, decides not to buy it, and then sets it in a random spot, fuck you!) because I didn't know what to do or where anything went any more than she did. People keep asking me "Where do you have your xyz's?" or "Are these sleeping bags on sale?" and "Which of these tents do you recommend?" and I'm just like "Your guess is as good as mine." On the bright side, I rocked the cash register like there was no tomorrow.
So today, I'm hating my job, hating my boss, and doubting every single one of my life choices. TGIF!
Who else had a rough day at work?
Melody Conner Wyatt and Tabitha