Sick and tired
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sailorzeoI am tired of working.
I am tired of the house being a constant mess because we're too tired to clean.
I am tired of customers practically throwing their orders at me and snottily demanding to know how much it is. Seriously. Don't rattle off five minutes of instructions, "And how much is that?" I'm not a robot. I need a little time to process WHAT the order is before I can tell you HOW MUCH the order is.
I am tired of people complaining about our prices and whining that they need/want/deserve a discount. If you don't like the prices, go somewhere else. We're all about the same price.
I am sick and tired of constantly feeling sick and tired!!
I am tired of only having five people working there.
I am tired of one particular co-worker's attitude of "This doesn't matter, so why should I bother?" In the grand scheme of things, maybe it doesn't matter. But to the customer, who is PAYING for it, it matters. It matters to them, therefore it should matter to us. I am tired of his whinging about how pointless this job it. Because the more he talks that way, the more I feel that way, and the more depressed I get.
I am tired of working zone one and being the Register Bitch. I have had ONE, count it, ONE day of pure production since we got back from AZ a month ago. I've been working midshifts, 11-7, on the register and customer service, since we got back. I'm sick of being pleasant and perky and smiling and "on" all the time. I'm starting to snap. I swear, I'm getting to the point where if I get one more snarky, "How much is that?" before I've had time to process it, I'm going to tell the customer "Fifty-thousand dollars and a new Mercedes."
I am tired of customers bringing in NINE DHL packages for processing twenty minutes before the truck's supposed to arrive.
I am tired of the damn DHL software crashing on every package so I have to process them all twice.
I am tired of a certain customer coming in, pounding on the counter and yelling at me to get his fax, WHILE I'M ASSISTING ANOTHER CUSTOMER, and then griping that it's "too much today." I'm sorry, I'm not the one who sent you a twenty-nine page fax at fifty cents a page!! This customer has ALWAYS been demanding, but it seems that he's getting worse of late.
In fact, it seems that either the customers are getting ruder, or I'm getting touchier. I had one customer today quite literally throwing his sample card at me. Maybe they think it's funny to see the fat girl scramble, I don't know. But for the past week, I've wanted to quit. Just put in my two weeks, and on the last day, totally go off on the customers. If they were rude to me, I'd be rude back to them. I'm just. So. TIRED! And today we were so busy, and so understaffed, that we didn't get lunch breaks. I couldn't complain about it, because Rob was there before I was, and he was still there when I had to leave, because Tim wasn't there yet, and he hadn't gotten a lunch either. But I was so royally pissed when I left. Just so pissed, and so tired of it all.
I will be so glad when Matt gets his Cisco certification and gets a decent job. I will be so glad when that decent job is in Phoenix. I will be so glad when I don't have to deal with the assholes of the world who think that because they're the customer and I'm the Register Bitch, that makes them worth something and me worth less than nothing.
I will be so glad when I no longer have to make posts like this on the verge of crying.
I am tired of the house being a constant mess because we're too tired to clean.
I am tired of customers practically throwing their orders at me and snottily demanding to know how much it is. Seriously. Don't rattle off five minutes of instructions, "And how much is that?" I'm not a robot. I need a little time to process WHAT the order is before I can tell you HOW MUCH the order is.
I am tired of people complaining about our prices and whining that they need/want/deserve a discount. If you don't like the prices, go somewhere else. We're all about the same price.
I am sick and tired of constantly feeling sick and tired!!
I am tired of only having five people working there.
I am tired of one particular co-worker's attitude of "This doesn't matter, so why should I bother?" In the grand scheme of things, maybe it doesn't matter. But to the customer, who is PAYING for it, it matters. It matters to them, therefore it should matter to us. I am tired of his whinging about how pointless this job it. Because the more he talks that way, the more I feel that way, and the more depressed I get.
I am tired of working zone one and being the Register Bitch. I have had ONE, count it, ONE day of pure production since we got back from AZ a month ago. I've been working midshifts, 11-7, on the register and customer service, since we got back. I'm sick of being pleasant and perky and smiling and "on" all the time. I'm starting to snap. I swear, I'm getting to the point where if I get one more snarky, "How much is that?" before I've had time to process it, I'm going to tell the customer "Fifty-thousand dollars and a new Mercedes."
I am tired of customers bringing in NINE DHL packages for processing twenty minutes before the truck's supposed to arrive.
I am tired of the damn DHL software crashing on every package so I have to process them all twice.
I am tired of a certain customer coming in, pounding on the counter and yelling at me to get his fax, WHILE I'M ASSISTING ANOTHER CUSTOMER, and then griping that it's "too much today." I'm sorry, I'm not the one who sent you a twenty-nine page fax at fifty cents a page!! This customer has ALWAYS been demanding, but it seems that he's getting worse of late.
In fact, it seems that either the customers are getting ruder, or I'm getting touchier. I had one customer today quite literally throwing his sample card at me. Maybe they think it's funny to see the fat girl scramble, I don't know. But for the past week, I've wanted to quit. Just put in my two weeks, and on the last day, totally go off on the customers. If they were rude to me, I'd be rude back to them. I'm just. So. TIRED! And today we were so busy, and so understaffed, that we didn't get lunch breaks. I couldn't complain about it, because Rob was there before I was, and he was still there when I had to leave, because Tim wasn't there yet, and he hadn't gotten a lunch either. But I was so royally pissed when I left. Just so pissed, and so tired of it all.
I will be so glad when Matt gets his Cisco certification and gets a decent job. I will be so glad when that decent job is in Phoenix. I will be so glad when I don't have to deal with the assholes of the world who think that because they're the customer and I'm the Register Bitch, that makes them worth something and me worth less than nothing.
I will be so glad when I no longer have to make posts like this on the verge of crying.
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It's ok.... really.
Date: Sep. 6th, 2006 10:21 am (UTC)TAKE A DEEP BREATH.
exhale.
TAKE ANOTHER DEEP BREATH.
exhale.
remember that really, this isn't going to be your job for the rest of your life. Seriously. That's the only thing that got me through 13 years of retail (at Kinko's, TRU, various supermarkets, Pager/Cell phone stores).
Keep breathing and remember that it isn't worth the stress it is causing your body. How much do they pay you? Between 6-9 bucks an hour? Then you need to give them the amount of worry/stress/ care that is equivalent of that pay. *I'm taking seriously here girl, don't blow me off. I used to care that same way, to the point that I would cut myself at work and after work because of how stressed and onpoint I was about it. And about the fact that I busted my ass all the time and other co-workers didn't and they never got hammered for it*
Ok.
anyway.
what I am saying is keep it cool.
Relax.
And for fuck's sake, DO tell the next snarky customer it's 50 thousand bucks and that a new mercedes will ensure they get a bag! If the customers don't have a sense of humor, it's not your fault. Working 11-7 is a shitty shift since you get the full range of assholes.
*pets*
just do it one day at a time. You;ll move into a field you like some day.
Re: It's ok.... really.
Date: Sep. 6th, 2006 12:53 pm (UTC)I've been doing yoga breathing. It doesn't help. It used to, but not anymore. I just needed to rant, because no one at work will listen, and Matt has his own job stress. Sadly, this morning I was seriously contemplating calling off work so I could stay home and try to clean. I'd say that qualifies as "sick." I still want to, I just don't know if I can justify it.
Re: It's ok.... really.
Date: Sep. 6th, 2006 01:03 pm (UTC)Does yoga breathing usually help? I'm on the super chunky side and while I want to learn yoga I;m scared its all stuff that only skinny girls can do? (do you know if thats so?)
Look, your LJ is a great place to rant and express yourself. I use my own for that all the time (and I had a few people tell me what a whiner I am for it, and my response to that is f-off. if you don;'t like it/want to hear it, don;t read it!*
and I'm around a lot of the time if you ever need to vent.
keep your chin up, ok?
Re: It's ok.... really.
Date: Sep. 6th, 2006 02:05 pm (UTC)The breathing exercise I was doing was: inhale through the nose for four counts, hold for four counts, exhale through the mouth for eight counts. There was something in the description about since the exhale was twice as long as the inhale, it forces you to take in more oxygen or something. It helps a lot when I'm trying to sleep. Usually.
As for the big girls doing yoga: I'm about 200 lbs now, 5'6", and when I was 250 I was still doing some of it. Yes, sometimes ya gotta squish the belly and boobs around to get into a close approximation of the position, and I was doing it at home from a web printout instead of in a class full of sticks, but I enjoyed it. Maybe if you find a beginner video (I think I even remember some of the women on the PCOS board I visited claiming they started with prenatal yoga!!), as a rental, try it at home? At worst, you're just out the rental fee if you can't do it. Then again, I remember the old PBS "Lilias, Yoga, and You," and she wasn't excactly super-skinny. She was, well, realistic. She had folds and rolls when she got into positions. :)