So, I've been working a job in a grocery store since I was 17. That's 8, almost 9 long, long years of stupid shitty retail work that sucks. I've transferred around the store, had promises of promotions that got given to other people, and it's generally been the worst time period of my life. Not the overall 8-9 years, just the time actually spent inside the grocery store.
But tomorrow I have a really promising interview to do scheduling and data entry and stuff for an ambulance company. I need this job. I need this job. I cannot work for much longer in this grocery store, not when they just freshly screwed me over.
See, I transferred to the seafood department because the manager was movin' on up, so there needed to be someone new training to be the manager. I was asking the store manager to be trained as a checkout area manager. Like, wear a suit to work, look all important, that kind of shit. He said "I have different plans for you" and had me go to seafood to try and fill this gap. Last week, they finalized their plans for the manager job.
And gave it to some prick from the Deli who doesn't ever work Seafood and doesn't know shit.
So, needless to say, I'm full of barely restrained rage and hate at work and want to just go around delivering Backfist to the Future-s to everyfuckingone.
But it's okay. Because I have this job interview tomorrow.
Why am I saying all this?
Because I want you dudes to wish me luck, keep me in your prayers, whathaveyou. I just need positive thinking and good karma on my side, and I've spent more time doing stuff with you lot than any other people in the world. So, yeah.
Wish me luck, guys.
But tomorrow I have a really promising interview to do scheduling and data entry and stuff for an ambulance company. I need this job. I need this job. I cannot work for much longer in this grocery store, not when they just freshly screwed me over.
See, I transferred to the seafood department because the manager was movin' on up, so there needed to be someone new training to be the manager. I was asking the store manager to be trained as a checkout area manager. Like, wear a suit to work, look all important, that kind of shit. He said "I have different plans for you" and had me go to seafood to try and fill this gap. Last week, they finalized their plans for the manager job.
And gave it to some prick from the Deli who doesn't ever work Seafood and doesn't know shit.
So, needless to say, I'm full of barely restrained rage and hate at work and want to just go around delivering Backfist to the Future-s to everyfuckingone.
But it's okay. Because I have this job interview tomorrow.
Why am I saying all this?
Because I want you dudes to wish me luck, keep me in your prayers, whathaveyou. I just need positive thinking and good karma on my side, and I've spent more time doing stuff with you lot than any other people in the world. So, yeah.
Wish me luck, guys.
