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Those moments when you blink and realize half the month's gone? I've been having those a lot.
Every time I do something, I get stoked and think to myself, I'm going to make a DW entry about that! And then I go to sleep and then, inevitably, work is the next morning and I lose all energy for everything, and I want to sit like a sloth and stare at the wall. I doubt this is healthy.
So, for those of you who've been following me for a while, you probably know I work at TJ Maxx as a Customer Experience Coordinator. (It's a fancy way of saying that I'm a Cashier Supervisor.)
A month or two ago, Assistant Manager T came back from the Little Rock store to the Conway store—he had left before I started working there, so I'd never met him. I find him incredibly hard to work with, and I'm not sure if it's because he's pretty new and I'm just not quite sure how to act around him? (It always takes me a while to warm up to people, and until that happens I have less personality than a potato.)
But I feel like he thinks I'm an idiot, and I can't do my job. I feel like he's always ordering me around, and I feel like he's unsympathetic towards me and my fellow co-workers.. Yesterday, long story short, he called me out for calling some associates on the floor to work the register and not others, which, okay fine. But we have four assistant managers. If I call people from the back room, I get yelled at by a manager. If I call them from the floor, I get yelled at by a manager. See my problem?
Anyway, Assistant Manager N (whom I've known as long as I've known![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scheherezhad) is on vacation, and she told me to stick up for myself while she was gone, because I suck at sticking up for myself, I guess? She just wants me to get what I need in order to do my job, idk.
Today, Co-worker B pulled me aside and was like, N wants to know if you have her number, and you can call if you need to talk about what happened with T yesterday.
First: N is on vacation. She shouldn't have to worry about store BS when she's on freaking vacation.
Second: T yelling at me about choosing the associates lasted maybe three minutes? And it upset me for like, half an hour, but then I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT until B mentioned it?
Third: Someone thought it was important enough to contact N about it? Really?
You know, I love working at the store. I like the majority of my co-workers, but this is seriously high school bullshit. We have four assistant managers and one general manager, and I legit feel like each manager is carving out a portion of the store and we're all about to have a territory fight over associates. I don't want to work under these conditions. It stresses me out, it makes me cry at least twice a month, and I'm so damned exhausted all the time that I barely have any creativity at all anymore. I feel wasted away into this big gray block of nothing.
Ugh. All I want to do is write queer fairy tale romances. Why is that so hard?
Okay, flist. Make me feel better. Give me a fairy tale prompt, and I'll write you a fucking queer goddamned romance. THIS IS ALL I WANT IN LIFE.
Every time I do something, I get stoked and think to myself, I'm going to make a DW entry about that! And then I go to sleep and then, inevitably, work is the next morning and I lose all energy for everything, and I want to sit like a sloth and stare at the wall. I doubt this is healthy.
So, for those of you who've been following me for a while, you probably know I work at TJ Maxx as a Customer Experience Coordinator. (It's a fancy way of saying that I'm a Cashier Supervisor.)
A month or two ago, Assistant Manager T came back from the Little Rock store to the Conway store—he had left before I started working there, so I'd never met him. I find him incredibly hard to work with, and I'm not sure if it's because he's pretty new and I'm just not quite sure how to act around him? (It always takes me a while to warm up to people, and until that happens I have less personality than a potato.)
But I feel like he thinks I'm an idiot, and I can't do my job. I feel like he's always ordering me around, and I feel like he's unsympathetic towards me and my fellow co-workers.. Yesterday, long story short, he called me out for calling some associates on the floor to work the register and not others, which, okay fine. But we have four assistant managers. If I call people from the back room, I get yelled at by a manager. If I call them from the floor, I get yelled at by a manager. See my problem?
Anyway, Assistant Manager N (whom I've known as long as I've known
scheherezhad) is on vacation, and she told me to stick up for myself while she was gone, because I suck at sticking up for myself, I guess? She just wants me to get what I need in order to do my job, idk.Today, Co-worker B pulled me aside and was like, N wants to know if you have her number, and you can call if you need to talk about what happened with T yesterday.
First: N is on vacation. She shouldn't have to worry about store BS when she's on freaking vacation.
Second: T yelling at me about choosing the associates lasted maybe three minutes? And it upset me for like, half an hour, but then I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT until B mentioned it?
Third: Someone thought it was important enough to contact N about it? Really?
You know, I love working at the store. I like the majority of my co-workers, but this is seriously high school bullshit. We have four assistant managers and one general manager, and I legit feel like each manager is carving out a portion of the store and we're all about to have a territory fight over associates. I don't want to work under these conditions. It stresses me out, it makes me cry at least twice a month, and I'm so damned exhausted all the time that I barely have any creativity at all anymore. I feel wasted away into this big gray block of nothing.
Ugh. All I want to do is write queer fairy tale romances. Why is that so hard?
Okay, flist. Make me feel better. Give me a fairy tale prompt, and I'll write you a fucking queer goddamned romance. THIS IS ALL I WANT IN LIFE.