Since I don’t see a lot of people saying this, I want my fellow retail workers to know that it’s ok to not like your job, even if you work at a “good” store. I’ve worked at Target for about nine months now and I hate it. Despite the great energy of my team mates and how kind and respectful my bosses are (which initially made me really like working there), I feel like I’m barely powering through most days. I feel tired and depleted and lethargic every time I get home, and when I’m on the clock I’m praying to whatever cosmic force can hear me that I can find another job soon. The reason for all this is because I simply do not have the right energy or temperament for retail. I’m a good worker and I love working with people, but nearly everything about my job irritates me. Most of the customers are nice and very polite, and yet they set my teeth on edge most days. I’m paid fairly well for a retail worker, too, but lately I don’t think that’s enough to make me want to be here much longer. All this is to say, hang in there, and it’s ok to be dissatisfied even if everything else in your life seems to be working out.
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There are two types of retail employees; the kind that never buys anything from the store they work at, and the kind that leave after every shift with a bag full of stuff.
I was the second, and that’s why I don’t work retail anymore 😭
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difang fic bit:
difang post canon, li lianhua has gone into seclusion and the two of them figure out what happens next
Di Feisheng chose a long route back to his enclave, one that would take them up through high ridges and plummeting valleys that he had never dared visit. Now free of compulsion, he could travel as close to Di Fortress’s territory as he wanted.
Fang Duobing, unaware of the meaning behind this route, bitched tirelessly about it.
“There’s a trade route that follows the coast, you know. It’s funded by the transportation bureau and everything, so the road is smooth and there are checkpoints with whole taverns attached.”
Di Feisheng said nothing.
“That means there are inns! And breweries! And people!”
“I don’t care for any of those things,” Di Feisheng said, stomping up through a drift of red pine needles.
“That’s a lie,” Fang Doubing said. “A’Fei! I know you like to travel well! I met you in that hot springs town just months ago!”
He had. In the time spent without Li Lianhua, when they split to follow their own leads, Di Feisheng had expected a clean severing of ties only ever to be rebuilt by the reappearance of their one connection. This had not been what happened.
He himself had intended to measure out his time in between scraps of sightings, whispers of Li Lianhua, in venting his anger by smothering the remnants of disobedience amongst his followers. Traveling alone would be simple enough. But after about a week he had realized he slept poorly and lacked patience in his dealings; that he was, unbeknownst even to him, waiting for something. Wuyan began to volunteer information about his erstwhile companion during his check-ins: Fang Doubing meant to topple the indentured servant tradition of Xuanfeng Mansion. Fang Doubing had succeeded, after two days undercover as a traveling musician. Fang Doubing now had to rehome twelve children. Fang Doubing wanted to know, did Di Feisheng have any ideas?
“Give them to an abbey,” Di Feisheng immediately wrote him. “Otherwise you will have twelve more mouths to feed at Tianji Hall, and your mother will lash you to the front gate with leg irons.”
“Wonderful news! I have accepted twelve promising souls into our care at Tianji Hall,” came the cheerful reply.
And so on. It finally came to be that Di Feisheng had the choice, after an evening spent strangling members of the Iron Fang sect in a drippy town that smelled like squid, to either ride on to an inn further up the coast or camp in the nearby woods and wait for any stragglers to appear, and strangle them as well. Di Feisheng stood under the overhang of a dismally appointed, and now vacant, shack and whistled.
“Have you seen any movement?”
“None, my lord,” Wuyan said.
Di Feisheng looked off in the distance, towards the town.
“Young master Fang is in residence in the Mountain Spring Inn,” Wuyan offered, casually.
“Really,” Di Feisheng said.
The hot springs were sulphurous but the inn was sublime. Di Feisheng entered through the window to Fang Doubing’s sumptuous rooms, which he must have blown through all of his allowance to rent.
“A’Fei! Use the door!”
Di Feisheng sat at his table.
“Congratulations on your twelve children,” he said. Fang Doubing, who would need to be beaten into a stupor to erase his etiquette muscle memory, was already pouring him tea.
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HELLO MISCELLANY NATION
Sorry for the sudden diverge in content, but I'm at risk of losing my job, and I'd like to call up the lot of you guys to try and help me out in this.
The situation, in summary, is that we've got some management that thinks that me being uncomfortable approaching customers with a giant iPad and asking them for their phone number = me refusing to do my job, and are therefore trying to get me fired over it (I work retail, so my job is pretty much just cashiering, helping out customers when they need it, and unloading freight, which I do and do quite well.) This iPad business is apparently company policy, and they think it's gonna drive in sales.
So, I created a form to challenge this policy (or at the very least their accusations with me) and show them that that shit makes people uncomfortable.
Feel free to fill it out, it's very short, but I'm tryna get in as many responses as I can.
Love you guys!!
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Galladrabbles: Heart Beat
Thank you @sweetbee78 for this week's @galladrabbles prompt, and for serenading us with Celine Dion's gorgeous vocals!
=== ❤️ === ❤️ ===
”Welcome to Apple. Looking for something special?”
Mickey spins around, ready to tell the nerd off, but nearly slams face-first into a solid wall of aquamarine polo shirt.
He tilts his head up and … well damn. Something special.
“Uh, need a present.”
“For your…”
“Sister. Moved outta the hood, started runnin’ for fun, not from the cops.”
“I jog too! I really like this watch. Here, try it on.”
Without warning, the hot nerd grabs his hand and straps the device on his wrist.
“You press here to check your heart rate and… whoa, yours is beating really fast.”
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