I just need to get this off my chest. Feel free to ignore. I work in a grocery store. It's not the greatest job in the world, but I take pride in what I do and try to give it my best effort. A job is a job, especially these days with the high rate of unemployment(of course, that is until I head back to college).
Today, I was working in produce. Just any normal day, but on this particular day, I was especially try to keep the floor neat(since it was primarily me stocking the produce). I would make an extra special effort to keep everything as neat and as orderly as possible, paying attention to even the smallest of detail. I wanted to be proud of this area when I left it for the day, even if it was just going to be destroyed by inconsiderate customers.
As the day progressed, I got the floor into the shape that I wanted it to be in, and I retired to the back to make up some produce. As I am back there, my assistant manager walks in and asks us why he only has one person on truck(stocking the general grocery items that we got in today). I made the comment, "Don't you have two people, Blah and Blah?" He didn't hear me. He walk back in with a meat packer, they are discussing the matter, and repeats his questions from earlier. I respond with the same question. He says no, Blah left. The meat packer says, "I did all I could, I spared a man earlier today." They both walk back out.
The manager walks back in and says, "*My Name* truck." In front of several coworkers. Two simple, but infuriating words. I know he's the "boss," but a little respect please. At least ask me nicely. Don't be mad at me because the overall manage didn't schedule enough help. I didn't have anything to do with that. It's not that I mind helping him, but a little respect please. Don't peek in and demand I do somethig in two words.
I had no choice really or recourse. I'm a quite person, and I never really stand up for myself. As I was walking out to tell my co-worker in produce that I was leaving, the chubby meat packer, giggled in my face, an exclamation point to my humiliation. I looked at the floor that I had so painstakingly arranged and knew it wouldn't look as good as I had wanted it to. I had to leave it so abruptly, and it really makes me mad, because I wanted to follow through with it and get my job done.
For some reason, this whole scenario got under my skin. Yes, I let it get to me. I begrudgingly threw a tiny silent fit, and went about finishing the truck. Quite as can be. Yes, at times I threw things when no one was looking, but I am weak.
I take a lot of pride in my work, as I mentioned. I usually am the one working the truck, but today I was in produce because someone was sick. When I do run the truck, I try to ensure everything is done, and the stock room is neat and orderly. Sometimes I don't have time to though, but at least I try. I'm tired of all my co-workers not doing the same. I'm tired of them leaving messes for me to clean up, and i'm tired of myself cleaning them up without declaring my disgust to my co-workers. I'm tired of everybody shoving cardboard into an overstuffed baler and waiting for the poor little stock boy to take it out.
Plain and simple, in the words of the great Rodney Dangerfield, "I GET NO RESPECT!"
Today, I was working in produce. Just any normal day, but on this particular day, I was especially try to keep the floor neat(since it was primarily me stocking the produce). I would make an extra special effort to keep everything as neat and as orderly as possible, paying attention to even the smallest of detail. I wanted to be proud of this area when I left it for the day, even if it was just going to be destroyed by inconsiderate customers.
As the day progressed, I got the floor into the shape that I wanted it to be in, and I retired to the back to make up some produce. As I am back there, my assistant manager walks in and asks us why he only has one person on truck(stocking the general grocery items that we got in today). I made the comment, "Don't you have two people, Blah and Blah?" He didn't hear me. He walk back in with a meat packer, they are discussing the matter, and repeats his questions from earlier. I respond with the same question. He says no, Blah left. The meat packer says, "I did all I could, I spared a man earlier today." They both walk back out.
The manager walks back in and says, "*My Name* truck." In front of several coworkers. Two simple, but infuriating words. I know he's the "boss," but a little respect please. At least ask me nicely. Don't be mad at me because the overall manage didn't schedule enough help. I didn't have anything to do with that. It's not that I mind helping him, but a little respect please. Don't peek in and demand I do somethig in two words.
I had no choice really or recourse. I'm a quite person, and I never really stand up for myself. As I was walking out to tell my co-worker in produce that I was leaving, the chubby meat packer, giggled in my face, an exclamation point to my humiliation. I looked at the floor that I had so painstakingly arranged and knew it wouldn't look as good as I had wanted it to. I had to leave it so abruptly, and it really makes me mad, because I wanted to follow through with it and get my job done.
For some reason, this whole scenario got under my skin. Yes, I let it get to me. I begrudgingly threw a tiny silent fit, and went about finishing the truck. Quite as can be. Yes, at times I threw things when no one was looking, but I am weak.
I take a lot of pride in my work, as I mentioned. I usually am the one working the truck, but today I was in produce because someone was sick. When I do run the truck, I try to ensure everything is done, and the stock room is neat and orderly. Sometimes I don't have time to though, but at least I try. I'm tired of all my co-workers not doing the same. I'm tired of them leaving messes for me to clean up, and i'm tired of myself cleaning them up without declaring my disgust to my co-workers. I'm tired of everybody shoving cardboard into an overstuffed baler and waiting for the poor little stock boy to take it out.
Plain and simple, in the words of the great Rodney Dangerfield, "I GET NO RESPECT!"
