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Working Retail: Men…

I hate working retail with men. Now, I know this seems sexist. But let me explain.

There is not a day that goes by when I am not subject to belittling based on my gender, or hit on by customers and colleagues alike.

So when I say I hate working with men, I really men that I hate being demeaned by them while I’m literally doing nothing more than working.

Now, I consider myself cute. But I don’t show up to work in a full face of make-up or wearing anything provocative. I show in jeans and a t-shirt. I don’t go above and beyond for my appearance because this is work, not a club.

But it is utterly distracting and border-line rude when a male customer, male vendor, male colleague feels the need to flirt and ask me out while I’m just trying to do my job. It is uncalled for to be checked out by someone who honestly doesn’t have a chance.

And any man in what they think is a position of management? Dear god, do they ruffle my feathers. There’s one guy who’s an old marine and acts like everything he says and does is law. He’s new, been there less than 6 months. But the way he treats women in his department, talking down to them and acting like they don’t know anything when those women have been in that department for years. He talked down to me once. Once.

He doesn’t talk to me anymore.

And that also astounds me. That when you give back to a man what he’s been giving to you in attitude and tone, he acts like you spit on his mother. What about having a dick and most things handed to you makes you an utter dick to be around? Oh wait…

I can’t grasp how a guy thinks that treating women like this is respectable, let alone acceptable. It’s absolutely nuts that I have to worry about fending off nasty unwashed miscreants instead of getting to do my work.

And for all of you that want to whine to me about how I should be flattered that guys want to date me, I hate that. You don’t get it and I don’t care if you’re a man or a woman when you say that shit. You don’t get it.

Student Life: Organization…

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All those kids out there working and studying have all sorts of tips and tricks to keep on track. So I thought I would give you all my unnecessary input. Cause why not?

While working full-time, it’s hard to keep things under control, and adding in social time and clubs is next to impossible.

And everyone has their ideas on how to stay organized. EVERYONE.

But there’s no right answer to these questions. There’s no one way that works for everyone and sometimes you have to mix and match tips to find what works for you. Here’s what works for me, most of the time :).
Two forms of calendars: one paper and one electronic

Using two calendars helps me really keep track of everything. Most people say just use one, but this method helps me because it’s two reminders: a physical copy I can hold and carry and a digital one that I can set reminders for constantly from my phone and laptop.

Having both a physical planner and a digital calendar makes me keep deadlines in mind at all times so that I’m not overbooking myself on other assignments or meetings.

I take the time at the end of each day to make sure each is updated for the next few days so I’m always on track.
Two notebooks

This is a common tip and if you’ve ever tried you’ll see why. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this method, allow me to elaborate.

You can two notebooks. Simple enough. One is for your pretty notes and one is for class/reading notes. You begin by writing your notes in the ‘ugly’ notebook, from reading or from class, taking as many notes as possible. Then when you go over your notes for studying later in the day, you rewrite them in your ‘pretty’ notebook.

It sounds completely redundant and like a waste of time. But it’s a great study tool. Because not only are you having to recall from memory what was reviewed in class, but the repetition from writing the notes again makes you remember it better.

This method has really helped me work on recollection and associating concepts.

Color-coding and Filing Systems

This seems like another obvious idea. But for those who are clueless with filing systems, then listen up.

Every semester I try to keep every thing based in color-coded files based on the class subject; say, purple for lit classes, red for math, blue for sciences, etc.

As you get assignments back, you file them in these folders. How? One side use for handouts given in class, like resource pages, and one side for worksheets, homework, quizzes, and tests by DATE, oldest in front, newest is slipped in the back.

Then you have all your materials ready come test time to review.

Also color-code between classes. In your planner(s), color-code your time for classes and study time per class. For example, Math Class 1 is red in your planner, Science Class 1 is blue, Lit 1 is green, and so on. Then when you look at your schedule, you can quickly glance over it and see which classes you have coming up and what you need to study that night.

Wilderness Scout Bag

You can guess what this one means. Always have your bag prepared for the day.

Besides all the stuff you definitely need, think of all the things you MAY need. Maybe you’ll get out of your second class early and this will give a few minutes to review between classes. Maybe you’ll get stuck late at your lab tonight so bring a snack.

Here’s everything I pack in my bag for class everyday:

  • blank notecards and notecard holder (these can usually be found around back-to-school time)
  • calculator
  • phone charger
  • pencils
  • E-kit
    • Tampons and/or pads
    • Band-aids (you never know when those heels will give you a blister or you’ll get a nasty papercut during research)
    • Hair ties
    • bobby-pins
    • ibuprofen/acetaminophen
    • make-up if you wear it
  • planner
  • Colored pens
  • Holding folder (this is a folder/binder I carry to hold my papers until I get to class or home from class to file away properly)
  • Any books for Lit classes (unless you have a digital version, then maybe an e-reader if you have one)
  • A granola bar or two, or some trail mix
  • Water bottle : More often than not I don’t carry a water bottle on campus because I basically live off coffee and caffeine but stay hydrated folks
  • My laptop and charger (depending on where I’m going and what I’m doing that day)

This seems like a lot, but most of it fits in a pencil case or those smaller accessory pockets of a standard backpack.

Keep your bag organized and ready for the day so you can maximize your time but not having to search for papers, or pens, or your books, or a snack.

Notice I didn’t include my keys or wallet in this list and that’s because as an adult those are things you should be remembering every day.

Study Space

This is going to be your hub for school work. Most people think of a desk in their room. And that’s exactly it.

Keep this area clean and prepped for work every day. And after a long of studying and reading, it seems like a hassle to clean off your desk space, but it feels so satisfying to throw that shit in a drawer and be done with it for the day.

But keeping this area clean is critical to keeping your space organized. You’ll be able to find notes, flashcards, and worksheets with ease, especially using a color-coding system and folder system.

What little things kept you organized during your school days? Or maybe you’re struggling right now? Chat me up in the comments and let’s see what we can come up with it.

Unmotivated af…

You know those days your alarm goes off and you turn over to get up but you just don’t want to. Maybe its snowing outside and it would be so much nicer to stay in bed all day instead of tromping through the cold. Maybe you hate your job and constantly think about calling in just to get a few more hours of sleep.

And then you feel guilty for feeling burned out and unmotivated. So you start browsing the internet for some self-help guru to give you the magic answer.

There is none.

Getting up earlier or giving yourself goals isn’t going to make it easier for you to get out if bed and go to a job you hate.

So here are some tips I’ve come up with to get my ass moving on those really bad days when I want to call in.

Start Job Hunting 

One of the reasons you probably hate getting up is because you hate your job. Why? Take just a few seconds to really think about why. For me personally, retail is not where I wanted to be in life, they have taken advantage of my work ethic, they have unreasonable schedules, employees act like high schoolers and breed drama, and the benefits aren’t outstanding enough to make me want to stay permanently.

So maybe you feel this way about your job too. Then start looking.

Before calling in for the 5th time this month and its only the second week, start perusing the job market and see just how available another job is. And don’t get picky like ‘I wonder if NASA is hiring astronauts who used to work at a fast food place and have no college education to speak of’. Look for something that has just one benefit over your current work; better hours, better pay, closer commute, better benefits, in your chosen field…

But don’t quit your current job. Yet.

Spend your lunch time looking through the job postings and trying to scope the market before you quit. Then if you do decide you can’t do it anymore, you’ll have a plan in mind or even another job lined up.

Find some War Paint

This one is my all-time favorite for getting myself to go somewhere I don’t want to.

When I was just a little sophomore in high school, I saw a pretty hipster post declaring that you find your war paint to get you through the day. And for someone dealing with high school drama and the stress of getting into a good college, I took this advice to heart. And I don’t regret it for  second.

So what is war paint? It’s going to be one little thing that makes you feel good or powerful throughout the day. Like how some women love wearing red lipstick because they feel fierce. It can anything you can do before you go somewhere to make you feel powerful enough to handle the unknowns of the day.

I personally used to wear thick eyeliners and dyed my hair heavily and wore big clunky boots. I’ve taken to some of these fashions again because they make me feel more bad ass than the kindergarten teacher I normally resemble.

So how do you find your war paint? Think of some inner fantasy you’ve had. Like putting on fancy lingerie before you put on your police uniform (no judgements here folks, you can whatever kind of lingerie you want no matter who you are cause that shit is meant to make you feel good about yourself). Or it can stem from something more practical, like saying a prayer before you go to work (again, no judgements, whatever helps you guys do you).

It can be as simple as putting on some jewelry or as serious as slipping a knife into your pocket (sometimes I wish I had my knives at work). It just depends on what kind of aura you want to exude.

Take a Vacation

Cash in those vacation days. It’s the best way to actually get away from work without losing your job. And chances are that since you’re feeling burned out, you need to take a break.

So take a staycation and get your life back on track. Spend a day in bed and recoup from working your ass off.

When you get burned out from work, you don’t want to do shit. I know. You don’t want to come home and do dishes or laundry or even make a real meal. So take a few days off and get all that shit down.

When you get burned out, everything takes a back burner and then you feel guilty for not doing it. But don’t worry so much. Don’t pull yourself by your bootstraps and push day after day. Take some time and get yourself sorted out.

But don’t spend all those vacation days at once. Just take a long weekend, say a total of 5 days (three work days plus your two normal days off a week, so you’re only spending 3 vacation days).

Stress Relief

This is my favorite thing to do. Right when you get off from work, pick one little thing to get all that pent-up energy out. Some people like strenuous exercise. But we’re not some people.

I like to get home and scream into a pillow. Why not? That energy has to go somewhere. Remember how good you felt after screaming into a pillow as a kid?

Or come home and spend some one-on-one time with your honey. You know, some one-on-one time. It’s a good way to reconnect after along stressful day, it’s good way to get some of that pent-up energy out, and afterwards, pillowtalk is a great way to vent about your day without getting upset at your partner and a great way to brainstorm solutions for your particular job/situation.

There’s nothing quite like spending a majority of your day making someone else money. So before you lose your mind, leave me a comment below about some of the shit you put up with at work.

Working Retail: Courtesy…

Something they don’t explain to anyone going into retail is that common courtesy flies out the window as soon as you step foot in the building.

You’ve seen it as a customer probably; you come into the store trying to shop and everyone and their mother is standing in the middle of the aisles, babies are screaming, you’re increasingly frustrated because you can’t get what you need… It’s just a hot mess.

But as a retail worked, it’s WAY worse. We get to be Ultra Polite to all the customers because if we aren’t we can get written up/ fired. By being Ultra Polite, we get to be walked all over, talked over, shouted at, brushed off, and ignored.

And I mean all this literally.

Customers will try to run us down in aisles because they want to take up 70% of an empty aisle just for themselves. Customers will literally yell at workers just because we hesitate for a moment to think or to find a manager who knows more about a certain department (this has happened to me numerous times in the last year).

We went through a remodel recently and a lot of products got moved around. We consistently get customers who bite our (the employee’s) heads off over a decision that came from the corporate bigwigs. We as employees had no choice in the matter and now must get berated day in and day out over a decision we couldn’t control.

I don’t get how people come in and all manners fly out the door.

What happened to please and thank you? Excuse me?

The world is a mean place and the least we can do is try to be a little nicer in a place where everyone is miserable.

Problems with authority…

So, I have a little problem with authority.

Just a little one.

I really can’t stand it when someone tries to tell how to live my life. I don’t get how some people just accept the little demands and orders throughout the day.

I literally cut 3 inches of my hair off after my boyfriend jokingly told me I wasn’t allowed to cut my hair cause he liked it longer.

I stayed out all night because my parents tried to tell me, at 19 (a young adult who worked full-time and paid my bills), that I couldn’t stay out all night on a Friday night.

I got a tattoo because my grandmother hates them.

I refuse to get married because that’s what everyone in my family expects of me.

I have literally lived my life looking people dead in the eyes and doing the exact thing they just told me not to. Why should I have to listen to your rules when you don’t apply them to yourselves?

Why tie yourself to someone else’s expectations? Nothing is holding you back except your opinion of someone else. Who cares what your mom expects or your boss or your sister or you spouse or your mentor? You have to set your own deadlines and goals and expectations and tell them to fuck off.

The only person you share your headspace with is you. Don’t disappoint you. Disappoint everyone else because they put you on a pedestal. But don’t disappoint yourself.

 

Working Retail: Immature…

The most startling thing about working retail is how your coworkers treat you.

You can meet some of the nicest, generous people working minimum-wage for a retail giant. And you will also meet some of the oldest high schoolers of your life.

I’m not talking about high school kids who are super seniors but trying to get out into the world. I’m talking about the people who, for no reason, choose to hate your guts and willingly make your job 20x harder than it needs to be. Especially when you need to communicate with these people regularly.

I currently deal with 4 of these people; two of which graduated school just a few short years ago, and two of which have decided to act like high schoolers, at their job, well into their 40s.

Now, this kind of attitude surprised the shit out of me because before I worked retail, I was a file clerk/admin assistant for a local contraction company (i.e. a construction office bitch). I had absolutely no problems with the other office workers and the field employees (all the service guys and the construction guys), whenever they came into the office they were more than respectful of me and the other ladies in the office.

Since working retail, I have been threatened to take our dispute ‘elsewhere’ because I laughed at a joke made at one person’s expense because the joke was made by a salaried manager and I was nervous. What else am I supposed to do when a salaried manager, who can make or break my day, who can fire me, who can write me up for any little thing, makes an inappropriate joke? Nothing. I can go to HR after the fact, but not during.

I have been told that, while working on a special project for my department, one of the previous managers over my department thought I wasn’t doing a good enough job and that if I had just ‘done it sooner, you wouldn’t need help’. She said it to my face, after I was not told that I needed to come in early to help with a different project. She has since been extremely cold towards me.

And a different manager who previously was over my department, but still works closely with mine, refuses to communicate with me about anything. Just last week, she purposefully neglected to tell me about some boxes that needed to stocked that had accidentally ended up with her freight. She was less that 10 feet away from me in the backroom and didn’t say shit. Not a single word. She left my freight on the floor in her area and neglected to tell me that it was even there. I only knew about it because I was 10 FEET AWAY FROM HER AND HEARD HER TALKING!

Now, I can theorize why these girls are all mad at me. It’s not hard to do. But this is your job; you¬† shouldn’t be causing drama and being completely immature just because you’ve been there however long or your apathetic about your job. Just because you don’t care doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t. I have bills to pay, college to attend, mouths to feed, etc. I can’t afford to settle this shit like I did in high school where I had no qualms about calling you out in public and calling you on your shit. Hell, I was constantly ready for a throw down in high school. But I’m an adult now and willing to have sit downs and communicate where these animosities are coming from so that I don’t hate coming to my job every single fucking day.

I think the worst part is that I’m not the only person these bullies target. The two younger girls I work with are now targeting two of the other girls on their team. Why? I can’t tell you. The two innocent girls come in, do their jobs, go home. They are just like me, trying to pay their bills and keep their heads afloat. They don’t start shit and they really are nice girls. But these two drama queens have decided they are the next best thing.

It’s absolutely ridiculous how people can get away with acting like this. And whenever I communicate that I’m being treated this way to my managers, they just shrug it off and tell me ‘you’re young so you have to learn to be the bigger person’. No the fuck I don’t. I am the bigger person by coming in every day, trying to be polite and courteous even though I really want to throw blows. I already am the bigger person for pleading with my managers to set up meetings with some of my colleagues so we can all get on the same page and clear the air. Just because my managers don’t do anything about it doesn’t mean that I’m not trying or that I’m not being the bigger the person.

But then again, why am I, the twenty-something having to be the bigger person to a forty-something adult woman who has no right to treat me the way she does.

Maybe I’ll start being the bitch I was in high school and show them I mean business, because apparently civility and honor mean nothing to these people. And they’re about to mean nothing to me.

Have you ever dealt with people like this while working retail or is this just my store? I would love some feedback below!

Fashion…

Fashion is stupid. Exceedingly stupid.

Clothes for women are so impractical; either too short, too thin, too cutesy, too slutty, or too old-fashioned.

I can dress in a short skirt and be called a slut, only because I am showing off my legs (oh god no, not legs! that’s too damn sexy).

I can wear a cropped sweater and be called dumb because no sweaters are a normal length.

I can wear a professional blouse and freeze half of the day because it’s made from the thinnest materials available (why? people don’t want to see my nipples when I’m giving a presentation).

I can wear a moderate length skirt and get dirty looks for not dressing my age. (Oh god, now I’m not showing enough leg! Where will the madness end!)

Or I can wear a simple t-shirt with unicorns and rainbows on it and look like I’m an 8 year old girl (even though I pay taxes and vote).

There’s no winning unless you start wearing men’s clothing and then people judge you based on stereotypes of sexuality.

Like, what do you people want from women? We can’t be naked unless it’s on paper and we can’t wear practical clothing unless we’re crazy, old, lonely, cat ladies and we can’t wear 90% of clothing available without getting shit for it. So what do you want?

Rude ass people…

Nothing pisses me off more than people who come to my work and are the rudest people imaginable. Nothing.

If I am trying to do my job and I’m in the way, there is a simple fucking phrase for that: Excuse me. Learn to use it. Because all you people that show up to a store and forget basic fucking manners, fuck you.

And fuck your parents, too, for raising a completely useless waste of space.

And if you’re a parent and you are treating people like this in front of your kids, fuck you. Because you are raising a kid now that will perpetuate the issue with the service industry of people being treated as less than because they are providing you with a service that you think is below you.

When you come in as a customer and yell at a minimum-wage employee for no reason other than you can and you feel that you are the Customer Who Is Always Right, you make me want to shove me boot up your ass and slap some sense into you.

When you come in and yell at my co-workers who are working their first jobs and are sweet kids who haven’t had to deal with your shit 24/7 for the last six years, I want to ban you from my place of business and tell you to go grow your own groceries in your compost-laden brain hole. Because they don’t deserve you disrupting their day and making them feel like shit over shit they can’t control.

And one of these days, I’m going to disregard my priorities and go OFF. Just you wait.

Working retail…

We are going to dive right in with this blog. So say hello to the first post and buckle your seatbelts ’cause this is going to be a bumpy af ride. 

I work retail. At one of the biggest retailers in the world.

And it is literal hell on earth.

Not only are the people I work with the literal rudest, most childish people, but nine times out of ten, the customers are the rudest, most stuck-up people you will ever meet.

And I get it; maybe you had a long day at work and now you have to go buy groceries cause your spouse didn’t and your kids are screaming and driving you up the wall.

But don’t take it out on me, the person who is literally trying to do my job and help you get your shit and go.

Now taking the people out of the equation, the work environment is shit. The hours are shit. Management is shit. The pay is SHIT.

Now, why am I working here if it is so damn shitty? Why don’t I just go get a new job or go to school?

Because I am in school. I have bills to pay in the mean time while I look for a better job. I cannot afford to live without a paycheck like some people.

So even though I am working at Hell, Inc., I still have bills to pay and mouths to feed. But goddamn am I the fucking Queen of this bullshit.