Stories From the Otherside


The Countdown Begins

Barely 2 weeks into my new job and we’ve had a change of management. Miss D the woman who hired me has been replaced with Miss T and wouldnt you know it Miss T is already trying to fire me.

Out story begins at 4:30AM today when i woke up to catch the bus for my 6AM shift. I arrived to work 20minutes later but wasn’t able to clock in until 20minutes after my scheduled start time because Miss T was late arriving. Her excuse being she didnt know anyone was working with her this morning and so she went to go eat breakfast.

I basically continue on with my day and perform all the extra duties she tells me to do which include selling extra merchandise for some company competition, stocking in between customers, etc.

At the end of my shift Miss T tells me that I’m off the schedule till Wednesday and that i have to call back to see if i have more hours because i wasn’t hustling enough. Honestly I feel she got jealous that i was doing the job better than she was doing hers but whatever. I couldnt even add my opinion to the subject because she became confrontational so i figured it was best to shut up and get the fuck outta there.

I’m still trying to figure out how the hell i’m the one that needs to hustle if i showed up on work on time but she showed up late. Go figure. At this point i could already feel the uncomfortable vibe between out two energies so i know its only a matter of time before she fires me. Time to rack up all these minimum wage pennies the best i can while i can i guess.

Customer Service

Today at work
A customer says to me
“You look like you don’t wanna be here”
Gee bitch what gave it away?
My tired feet?
Aching back?
Or the minimum wage i’m paid to perform the labors of ten men
(Cuz sexist employer practices rarely hire women to stock)
All this i say to her mentally
As i bend over…
To lift another box
Ignoring her and her comment entirely

Tales of Retail : GD 91317

After a year of searching for a job, filling out tons of applications and being accepted for interviews that go absolutely nowhere, finally i’ve landed a job at General Dollars.

Took a bit of effort to snag this one. Had to take a break from my first love marijuana to pass a drug test and then needed to collect all thee necessary paperwork afterwards. But with that ordeal finally over ive officially become a member of the team.

Right off the bat i know im gonna have problems because one of the cashiers mean mugged me right away. It wasnt just a passing glance, no, this bitch full own glared at me for at least 10 minutes straight and me, also showing that i too dont give a fuck, proceeded to respond with a long glare of my own. In my own words saying “bitch don’t fuck with me i hate you too.”

Though im glad i was finally able to nab a job im angry at the position that i’ve been hired on for. All i wanted was a simple cashier position. But i’ve noticed a sexist trend in retail employment. Only the women are allowed to work the registers while the men have to do all the back breaking labor being stock boys and helping unload trucks and that’s exactly the position i was hired on as.

Even worse i have to wake up ass early in the morning for this bullshit. It’d be one thing if i was being paid a decent wage but nope, all this bullshit starts at a measly $7.50.

Oh well, we’ll see what happens i suppose. Hopefully I can last longer than 3 months this time but that all has to do with how much bullshit my manager(s) decide to put me through.

I used to love to write
All day, all night
Posting my discoveries
Along a web
World wide
So that even outer space
Could see

One day a shear of fear
Snipped that web
Buried the discoveries
Fearing that
Someone would steal them from me
So i Stopped

Hid the discoveries
In books and tomes
Charging fees for a right to see them
But the thrill wasn’t the same
Americans don’t read books
Especially those composed of poetry
Spoken from
An unwealthy unknown

But the people most like me do
So i restrung the web
Posting my discoveries
So even outer space could see
Beacons for those searching for
An inner me