#what if my coworkers suck what if management sucks

[foldingfittedsheets]

The mattress company I worked for previously holds the record for my most overt macroaggressions to date. The company is in a somewhat better state now after changing hands but eight or so years ago I had some deeply heinous shit said to me.

Like a coworker who came up to me and spat out, “Why are dykes always wearing their keys on their belts?”

I stared at her in outrage and said, “My girlfriend wears her keys like that.”

“Well is your girlfriend a dyke?”

I reported it to my manager- a man who had once referred to trans people as “it’s”- but somehow, shockingly, nothing got done.

There were several extremely devout men in the stores nearby and one who I worked with in my store. He was called Keith and looked like a Tom Hanks ripoff. Name not redacted cause fuck him.

I loathed Keith from the second or third day of our acquaintance when he said, “You know I just respect the hell out of you, but I can’t abide by your choices.” Meaning, gosh you’d just be wonderful if you were in fact a different person who wasn’t gay.

Keith’s homophobia however turned out to be the most warranted I’ve ever heard when his backstory finally unlocked. You see, Keith was divorced. He’d met his ex-wife at church and they’d been married several years when one day he came home to find her sucking and fucking it up nasty style with her best friend in the middle of the living room.

When he accused her of cheating on him she scoffed and said that what she was doing wasn’t sex, because in fact, two women were incapable of having sex with each other. This seems like it could have been a solid argument based on Keith’s belief systems, but he did in fact think it was cheating.

They divorced. His ex-wife moved in with her best friend without an ounce of introspection and they attend church together regularly while she maintains that they’re just friends despite going to pound town on the regular.

[thinkinginpen]

Take A Seat

a/n: Apologies for mistakes. I wrote this on my phone

Pairing: high!jackman x reader

warnings: suggestive(?), fluff, romance, etc

Summary: You got home from a long day of work and Hugh is there to cheer you up.

You opened your front door to your lavish multi million dollar house. It had sleek white walls and a lot of glass.

It was modern to say the least.

You dropped your purse on the marble counter and you walked into the living room, your heels clicking and clacking loudly.

Hugh sat in a white chair, slouched, his green jacket unbuttoned.

You sank down into the couch a pout on your lips. You didn't bother talking.

"Hey Honey," Hugh started smiling at you, "How was work?"

"Just fine." You responded, as you pulled your phone out.

"Don't be grumpy with me. Tell me about your day. I'm on your side."

You looked up, "I got flooded with emails, there's a lot of work due Tuesday, paperwork everywhere I turn. Not to mention all my coworkers suck."

He smiled at your sudden outburst. "Come on dear, don't let it ruin your afternoon with me."

You opened your mouth but he had already left the room. Look who was grumpy now.

You went back to your glowing screen before you heard Hugh's familiar heavy footsteps. You looked up again. His six foot, two frame always managed to surprise you even after being in a relationship for awhile now.

He sat down in the white chair where he was previously. You noticed a red box full of your favorite chocolates. You knew what he was doing and you weren't gonna fall for it as much as you wanted to.

But the way he slouched in his chair, looking so relaxed, it drove you crazy.

"Come take a seat," he said, patting his thighs that were covered by his velvety green pants.

You didn't move until he adjusted his legs and spread them apart slightly.

Before you knew it you were in his lap, your head buried in his chest.

He wrapped one of his arms around your waist. His hands were large, with thick veins that you traced with your fingers.

"Have a chocolate, love." He said as he offered you the box of chocolate.

The thick taste melted on your tongue and you smiled at him.

He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"Now tell me about your day," he whispered in your ear, with a sultry tone. "Slowly."

🏷️: @darlinggash

[oflgtfol]

its such a shame because i actually genuinely enjoy my job at michaels so long as im not main cashier like i genuinely enjoy being out on the floor and packing out truck or doing inventory or sales signs or price changes etc and even when customers ask me questions, i dont even mind then, and i actually enjoy helping customers out with different projects they work on. if i could make a living by working at michaels i think i’d even maybe just do that. but well i cant do that so whatever

but even as just a part time thing right now its driving me insane that im only working 10 hours a week. like its beyond frustrating in words i cant describe. its so insulting to be one of the longest working employees at this location, to be one of the few people who even enjoy working here, and then get fucking pocket change in exchange for all that

like i enjoy the work but i hate rhe company yknow. its driving me up a wall how extreme the hour cuts are this year compared to last year, the credit card and the rewards drive me up a wall, the stupid extend warranty thing that they rolled out with no warning that we had no formal training on and interrupts the flow of the register because it asks if you want a warranty on thee stupidest things, the lack of ability to get raises, the callous price increases, etc its just an endless list. the company as a whole is fucked and i hate it

but in terms of my individual store, and the “dirty work” of being a floor employee, i genuinely enjoy it and it sucks so fucking much to be pushed out of my job because of the shit pay and the shit hours. i know the philisophy of working minimum wage is that the company doesnt deserve for you to push yourself hard for minimum wage but like — i enjoy the work, i like being able to do these things, its actually fun for me to do these things, it takes my enjoyment out to half ass it. im not doing it for the company im doing it because for whatever reason, i actually have fun doing it. but yes it is driving me up a fucking wall that i get rewarded for that with these shit fucking hours. in fact it makes it harder for me to do my job when i actually do get hours - if im not in the store for a whole week then i miss a whole week of things being moved around the store as seasonal is shuffled, how the fuck am i supposed to accurately help customers locate things if i have such long gaps between shifts that my own knowledge becomes outdated? and when i cant accurately do my job then i dont have fun doing it - because then i feel like an idiot for being wrong or being uncertain, at best, or i feel like shit because then the customer is rude af when they find it instead and then single you out for not knowing

sorry i dont know what my point is here i just checked my schedule for tr next few weeks and im seriously at 10 hours a week and i have never had hours this short before im just so fucking mad about it. i am seriously bringing home larger paychecks from my damn food pantry job thats hard limited at 8 hours a week because that income is at least nontaxable

[yellowis4happy]

Gonna send in my 2 weeks notice today, cross your fingers for me that my boss doesn't blow the fuck up at me and that this isn't a huge financial mistake 🤪🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

[carcarrot]

i love my job that's like if you asked someone to design a place specifically meant to frustrate, torture and overstimulate an anxious person

[rainknow]

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[nocylipcowa]

we have new girl at work but unfortunately you can very clearly see how much she doesn't want to be here :))

[theiceandbones]

The social anxiety returns!

[bunnyb34r]

Yall don't know how hard God was testing me today at work 😭😭

Bootleg FGM was trying to string up wire for the new sign holder line in basics and he was right by me right? He starts getting the wire twisted and in a sing song voice he goes "why are you not straight?! Whyyy are youuu not! Straight!? Why're you not straight?"

And it took EVERYTHING in me to not out myself for the joke 😭😭😭😭 I wanted to go "well for one, I'm bi." SO BAD AGSGDGGDGDGS I was just standing there folding shirts like 🤐🤐🤐

[theclearblue]

I've decided there can be no more eventfulness in my life for minimum two weeks. Will be too busy rotting away in this mortal coil sorry

[painfully-unoriginal]

I need a new job NOW i know i keep posting about it but shit is getting dire i truly dont know what to do

[a-lucifer-a-day]

Today’s Lucifer is: me telling That One Coworker not to mess with my stuff for the millionth time

[hotfuss]

You don't understand I need this dunes pin and mcr stickers I ordered to arrived asap (pretty sure they are just blocked at customs right now) to give me some kind of serotonin bc my job is dragging me into a deep depression hole

[gobbluthbutagirl]

too many jobs exist and i don’t particularly want to do any of them. this is the most anybody’s ever suffered since me when i worked at the target

[elibeeline]

After limping so much at work it hurt my hip, im looking at forearm crutches again

[thelivingend]

needing to quit my job due to moving across the country is sooooooooo fun because they need me so much more than i need them and our boss is stupid as fuck and sucks shit at hiring people and almost everyone quits after one shift and i cannot even blame them