TOP (how many ever there are) THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MY JOB

I used to work for this retail company. Not gonna say their name, but they know who they are. It was my first job; got it when I was 17 and was great at it. I started out as a cashier, then Guest Services, then I learned how to do everything. I could ring somebody up, do a return, ship stuff, help set up a wedding/ baby registry, work on salesfloor to straighten everything, etc etc. Whatever they needed, I could do it all.

Then I woke up one day and realized that that job was so full of crap. Dead ass. Full of crap. I should've been forewarned when I tried to switch locations cuz of school and the HR idiot claimed that he couldn't give me a "good recommendation." So I marched my yellow butt up to the new location & put in an application. I had to go through the interview process all over again and I had been with the company for over 2 years. Some bull right?

After passing the drug/background tests and making me a new name badge, they realized that my info was already on file and jokingly let me know that I didn't have to go through all of that. "All they had to do was transfer my file" they said. Funny huh? I'll give you something to laugh about you freaking tards.

So I work at the new location, making new friends and learning a brand new set up. Time goes by & the same bull keeps popping up. I mean, I never have a problem with any of my coworkers, just the management. They're full of waste bags. The store manager & salesfloor manager were cool. I loved them. But my direct cashier manager was hated by everybody. I'm 21; they're like 23 & 24 and they try to run everybody like they're so much older and have so much power. It got to the point where I was like screw it, I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do. Screw all of y'all. I KNOW how to do my job. I've been doing my job long before you even got yours, so float away from me. Don't say nothing to me.

Not to knock anybody, but I was the hardest working person they had there. And they knew it too. They worked me the hardest. And I didn't mind, thinking one day it was gonna pay off. I used to have to stock the coolers with drinks (lifting & putting the extra heavy crates onto the flatbed first, which hurt my back,) wipe the registers off every night, and during the holiday season have to stay till 2 or 3 in the morning trying to put the store back together. Basically busting my behind because I was proud of my work. Whatever I do I put 120% in, so I was always pleasant to the customers and etc. I was gonna be manager, but my school interfered with the work schedule. They wanted me to be available 24/7 which I was NOT gonna do. Then it got to the point where they were cutting alot of hours; I had 8 hours per week for like a month straight. 8 HOURS!!! They tried to spread it apart & gave me 2 days per week, 4 hrs. each, like that would look better. 8 HOURS!!! What am I gonna do with that? Can't even put gas in the car with that crap. And to put the icing on the cake, they gave all the new people 40 hours every week. Here I am, been slaving for this company for 3 1/2 yrs., getting 8 hours/week while the brand new people who don't even know what the heck they're doing are getting 40/week. Haha. I had to laugh to keep from Columbining the whole management team.

One day I said to Actor "I'm gonna get me a better job. Screw this stupid bull."
So I got on Craigslist and started my search. Things were looking real grim; I sent out over 300 resumes online and nothing. A few weeks later someone finally responded and that was the only one I needed. This sweet lady interviewed me over the phone and 2 weeks later I interviewed face to face at the office. I got the job of course, and when I tell you that I drove straight to the retail place after the interview and threw up the deuces? I sure did. And it felt good too.

I started this job in February and boy am I blessed. I am an Executive Administrative Assistant for this clothing company and I love it. Here's to you my wonderful new abode. *raises glass*


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~ My hours are great. I beat traffic in the morning AND when I get off. Then I have the whole day to myself.

~ I get paid double the stupid retail price & I do way less work.

~ Fresh coffee waiting for me every morning. There's unlimited hot chocolate, green tea, etc... and sodas in the vending machine are only 60 cents.

~ My lunch is an hour long, and I get to take it whenever I want and go wherever I want.

~ If I have to drive somewhere, I'm reimbursed for my gas. Holla

~ Free alterations. I'm short so I usually have to alter all of my jeans.

~ No one is watching or hovering over me. I do what I do on my own time, and still get everything accomplished ON time.

~ My benefits are the greatest. They cover $20gs life insurance FREE, plus I add extra to it. I have medical, dental, AND vision, and only copay $15 every time I go somewhere.

~ I have two weeks paid vacation a year. Once the week of July 4th, and once the week of Christmas through New Years. That means I never have to worry about trying to get off and not getting approved and being pissed off and bitter for the holidays.

~ My coworkers are funny & silly. We have so much fun AND still get our business handled.

~ I get to coordinate suits & match ties to make a hot ensemble.

~ I get to steam, lint roll clothes, and tape boxes. I never knew one could have so much fun doing so. I'm weird so what?

~ I have my own cubicle, with my own phone & extension #, my own computer, and my own company email address.

~ I'm appreciated. My bosses always ask (and not tell) me to do something. They say thank you and tell me how much they appreciate my work almost every day.

~ I'm good at it. I'm on top of every aspect while working for 3 different people.
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Thanx for reading. Until next time... Akanke