The beatings will continue until morale improves.

I should be in bed, but I haven’t written anything lately and need to vent a little. So button up for this one.

It was a brutal Friday. We were short on people (deliberately) and we were swamped with tourists. It was storming again which brought more people into the store. People were being called downstairs to check because there were six entire sick calls and no one to replace them. I worked some freight but didn’t get anything done in my area because once again I had to listen to the entire upstairs. It made things fun when multiple calls went off and I was needed by two or three people at the same time. I had one customer ask “This is a big store, how come they won’t bring in extra people?” They have to ask? If shit gets any worse I may have to walk. I’m only making 5 cents above minimum wage right now after 6 years of hard work. It feels like a waste of my time.

And here is the cherry on top of the fucking cake. I had an old guy ride his cart up an escalator, his excuse was “There wasn’t a sign telling me not to!” Really… I wanted to tell him “Well, there’s a balcony over there, and there isn’t a sign telling you NOT to jump…” But I don’t want to get fired… yet. So I told him to use the elevator. It’s there for that reason. No, he went down the escalator a few minutes later with his cart. I hope karma comes to bite him in the ass with a glass covered dildo.