I have to 1st give a warning: if you are in a good mood then skip the following post.
No art today. The simple reason for that is that I haven't had time to do any- of any type. That kills me, it really does. I got the job I applied for which is essentially stacking shelves at morrisons. £5.50 an hour, 15 hours a week. Not the best pay and 15 hours doesn't sound like much right? That's what I thought. My 1st night on Tuesday I didn't think went to badly (this was after a 9 hour induction day on saturday), however my second night was just awful. That's not me being overly-dramatic. Seriously, it was awful. My manager (who has been there 21 years and therefore I can assume hes not going to be leaving anytime soon) made it hell for me. Now I can hold my hands up and say I'm not particularly good yet, I mean who is on their SECOND NIGHT!? For some reason the dude gives me a list of about 5 or 6 tasks to complete and tells me how to do them all (knowing full well that by the time I've done the 4th I will have forgotten) and then gives me some impossible amount of time to complete them in. Here's an example: stack meaty flavour crisps as tall as I am, stack classics crisps as tall as I am, face an end row, fill an entire display of jaffa cakes, fill chocolate fingers, fill these weird simpsons biscuits, fill in a row of bran flakes and fruit'n'fibre- IN 15 MINS. No exageration there. Its what he expects from a dispraxic and autistic guy who doesn't entirely know what hes doing. Then once I was done (and he was watching me for most of it) he told me why most of what I had done was wrong and told me about how he could not afford a bad link in the chain and that I was a serious cause for concern. I received several of these speeches which essentially mean
if I dont become as good as him very, very quickly then I'm sacked. No pressure, ay?
Basically I hate it there and I know already that I'm not going to be there long. Whether I quit or get sacked is irrelevant because everytime I realise, like right now, that I have work in a few hours time I die a little inside. It doesn't help that when I trudge home at 11 at night I am fully wide awake so I will still be up for a few hours, however I am to tired and my back is to sore for me to do anything usefull. This makes me very tired the next day for school which is really not good for the moment as all my school work is suddenly coming to a head and I am getting very far behind. I have already given up on doing any comic work for the next month but I still think if I carry on with this job my chances of passing are in serious jepardy.
So I am going to see out next week and cling on as long as I can, after all £25 a night is not to be sniffed at but this will not be lasting long. Sorry if I bummed anyone out with this post but its just the way I feel...
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Bro stick with it--the first job always sucks hard. The trick is not taking shit from people. Your "boss" doesn't hate you, they're just a mean-spirited person whose only joy in life is wielding the authority they have in the work place over others.
So HOW do you handle this? Well bro, you suck you gut in, grit your teeth, find your determination and you stand up for yourself.
You do the best you can at what you can. Then, when your boss cuts you down, you tell him that you are doing your BEST. If he says that isn't good enough you tell them that you can do better but its going to take time.
If they don't like it--thats their problem--NOT YOURS. And if you were me, which your not, but even so, if you were, you might even say something like...
Well if you are unsatisfied with my work, and we haven't met your standards, than perhaps you could help me. After all--we're BOTH here to work right.
;)
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