Top 10 Reasons Why Working Retail Can be the Absolute Worst (Guest Post)

I’ve been having some really crappy days at work (though I’m only there part-time) recently and these are almost all of the reasons why:

1. Customer is always right mentality has created VERY self-entitled people who treat retail workers like crap.
2. Being the front line means you get ALL the blame, even for when something corporate or higher are at fault.
3. You get shit pay for putting up with all this crap.
4. Teens/kids without parents. Especially when they are wild, uncontrolled, and nearly as self-entitled as the adults who think the customer is always right.
5. Managers will blame you for things beyond your control just as much as customers will.
6. Shit co-workers that do dick all, but if you (The one doing all the work) slack even a touch, you’re the one who gets shit.
7. Shit co-workers doing dick all so that you wind up doing everything becuase you actually have a work ethic
8. Very few places give you enough hours, and those that do have weird as hell hours that screw over your sleep schedule.
9. Changes to your schedule that happen without notice or finding out if you can actually make that new schedule. (Oh wait. I’m working today? Since when?)
10. The corporations have given minimum wage workers such a bad name that everyone disrespects the ones who do it for life (like my managers), or can’t get “better” work .

Can you think of anything to add to this list?

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Skating

Dear Nostalgia.

I was rummaging through the basement today looking for something in particular when I found my old pair of roller blades. Like the giant kid that I am, I put them on and was ecstatic that they still fit. Needless to say, I was ready to break those babies out.

I drove out to the bike path (because pothole city wasn’t a trip I wanted to go to), threw those bad boys on, and started skating. I was a little wobbly at first but I quickly regained my balance. I found myself enjoying the outdoors and the constant stop and go. After about twenty minutes I started to get tired. What? It’s been a while and they take getting use to… don’t judge me.

As I was heading back to my car, I was caught off balance and fell flat on my butt. I caught myself laughing because frankly, it’s pretty funny. However, my ego was a little bruised… when a freken hot guy pulls up next to me on his bicycle and asks me if I’m okay. He literally watched me fall on my butt.

And why did he have to be hot?

Anyways, I had my fun today and it’s probably something I would do again, and again until I’m too exhausted to move.

Sincerely,
Clumsy

Artsy

Dear Artist,

I painted today. I decided to try out a new technique involving, water, oil and a blank canvas. I never realized how much I missed painting until I got back into it. Why did I ever stop?

I almost forgot what it was like to have my hands covered in paint. Everything about it felt both nostalgic and exciting: the texture, the brushes, and the multitude of color.

I’ve always been attached to abstract work. I seldom work on anything but that. I feel like abstractness represents a part of myself that I can’t really explain to others. I feel like it speaks to how I feel, what I want, and where I’m looking all at once.

Remind me to never stop again,
Bee

 

Life and Blog Updates

Dear Amazing Followers,

Here’s why I haven’t been posting as often as usual:

  • I’ve been away for a few months and the internet there was very spotty.
  • I was visiting family and touring Lebanon.
  • I was having an amazing time and by the end, I didn’t want leave.
  • I found myself struggling to write despite the fact that I had so much to tell you about.
  • I’ve been thinking about my blog and the more I think about it the more I realize that I haven’t quite found my niche yet.
  • I’m all over the place and I feel like I need to focus on one thing but there’s so much I’m interested in

I have a few questions for you and I hope you can help.

  • How do you deal with this kind of thing?
  • What do you to focus your writing?
  • Is it just me or have you experienced this before?

Sincerely,
Kenfyoozd Bee

Adventure is Out There

Dear Adventure,

The other day my cousins decided to take me for a motorcycle ride that was so beautifully breathtaking that I was left at a loss for words. We drove out for over an hour and a half before reaching our destination.

We stopped at a small landing near Sannine, Lebanon. I found myself surrounded by mountains. I was in awe at the beauty around me.

We picked what could be classified as the nicest day of the not so cold winter season. It was over twenty degrees celsius, the air was cool and crisp. The sun was shining bright, beating down on our faces just enough to keep us warm but not enough to overheat us.

There was a small house off to the side. I felt slightly jealous, all I could do was imagine myself living there and waking up to that view each morning.

Green canopy.
Rolling white snowy mountains.
Landscape coming to life.
A view that could speak.

Sincerely,
Wandering

Silence

Dear friend,

What is your problem? You haven’t had anything nice to say in the longest time. You’ve been nothing but negative and I don’t think I can handle you anymore. You’re mean, hurtful, and downright rude.

I thought everything was fine between us but lately all you’ve done is seriously put me in a bad mood. You always have something to complain about even if it doesn’t directly affect you. You treat me as if I don’t understand anything; as if I’m a fucking idiot for you to talk down at me.

You’re not always right. No matter how hard you believe it. I, like other people have the right to have my own opinions. So stop acting like you know everything and let me fucking breathe.I tried reasoning with you, I tried talking to you calmly, but all you did was get angry.

Apparently having a conversation is not an option with you. Apparently I’m supposed to shut the fuck up and not say a word to you. Apparently I’m not allowed to be an individual when speaking to you. Apparently I have to be like everyone else who sits quietly and listens to what YOU have to say.

I didn’t know your word was law.

Sincerely,

Shutting the fuck up.

Baggage

Packing for a trip is murder and here’s why:

  • But, I’m a terrible packer.
  • I have to run a bunch of errands to go get the stuff I need.
  • Trying to pack with someone else is very much stressful.
  • I have to make lists of things  I want and need to take with me, otherwise I’ll forget.
  • Somehow I always manage to forget something.
  • Getting everything in order and laid out is one thing, but organizing it into a small-ish bag is another.
  • It takes a lot of time and patience.
  • Just when I have everything packed and weighed, somehow my bag always ends up being overweight.
  • But if it’s under… then score!
  • When it’s over though, it’s like taking a load off my shoulders.
  • Happy travels to me!