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Sep. 1st, 2003

You know what pisses me off? That people think they are better than me because I happen to be working in retail. People who think that I'm some sort of stupid loser that barely got through high school and that I'm doomed to be a loser. People who turn their nose up at me because I'm doing the only thing I can right now to make money until other things in my life fall into place. You don't know me bitch...so DON'T stick your fucking nose up at me.

My first day at Petco was deadly. That's seriously the only way to put it. I think if I survived this day and I'm still going back tomorrow I could work there for the rest of my life. Here's a run down of things that went wrong today.

a. It was raining. HARD. I stood out in the rain with the other new guy for 20 minutes before someone showed up. When someone did show up, they didn't have a key either. FINALLY, the manager who can open the store showed up 30 minutes late. If Mary *girl without key* hadn't come I was sooooooo out of there at 7:15. Oh well. I got paid to get rained on at least.

b. Mary has been working at Petco for two weeks. Mary was training us. Mary is afraid of every fucking animal in the store. I got bit by a hampster, gnawed on by ferrets, and attacked by a bird. And I'm STILL sticking my fucking arms in the cages. I cannot deal with a priss who won't touch a fucking cricket without a pair of gloves. PLEASE. Plus what the fuck were they thinking...it was TOTALLY the blind leading the blind.

c. While feeding the animals we encountered 1 dead hampster, 1 dead gecko, a TON of dead fish, and two hours later a guniea pig that was FINE in the morning drops dead. What a fucking way to start out. The fish could be explained. Some ass brought one back that had an infection from their tank and it spread to OUR tank. The rest...who the hell knows. *sigh* Oh yes...and Miss Mary wouldn't fucking pick the dead things up and put them in the freezer...what the hell. They aren't going to bite...they're dead.

d. Labor day + rain=every fucking person in Decatur decided to buy shit for their pet. With three people who total have worked there for less than 40 hours. Not pretty.

e. Some fucking bank's computer system was fucking...so anyone trying to write checks or use a card from that bank couldn't. This led to lots of pissed of people.

f. It only goes on and on. *sigh*

And after all that....I still think I might actually LIKE this job. I get to work with animals:) I LOVE animals. All animals. God these two people I was stuck with today were ticking me off. "I hate cats, I hate mice, I hate the fucking ferrets." The way the FUCK ARE YOU WORKING IN A FUCKING PET STORE. Go to Wal-Mart for christ's sake and quit bitching at me. The manager is cool though...obvious love for the critters.

And Sunday while at the bookstore my thighs got a workout for all the squatting to put books away so I can barely walk right now due to the sore muscles. Other that all this, life is WONDERFUL.

Yay!! ~Amanda


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Sep. 1st, 2003 11:18 pm (UTC)
You should probably join worksuckedtoday and crosspost this.
Sep. 1st, 2003 11:24 pm (UTC)
Why were you guys putting dead things in the freezer?

I worked at this disgusting pet store in high school, because I wanted to help. I have so many horror stories from that place. It was very discouraging.

BTW, have you seen this?
Sep. 2nd, 2003 04:35 am (UTC)
Seen it. And I can assure you that the animals are taken care of at the store I work at. It was a total fluke day. Two of the animals that died were sick/injured and in the back. So I -guess- I can understand that. And dude with fish...that just pisses me off. The only one that was really wierd was the guniea pig, and I looked at him in the morning and held him and he seemed totally fine. It was freaky. I'm going in this morning and if it's anything like yesterday I'm giving some serious thought to it. But for now...off I go.
Sep. 2nd, 2003 03:41 pm (UTC)
Ok. Not dissing your store, or anything, k? :D I realize that although a chain or a franchize or whatever, individual people at individual stores make all the difference.

You didn't answer my question about why you put them in the freezer. I'm just curious... it seems strange.
Sep. 2nd, 2003 04:42 pm (UTC)
it's obvious that they sell them to McDonalds to be made into hamburgers.
Sep. 2nd, 2003 06:40 pm (UTC)
That's a lot less far-fetched than you'd imagine.

Think of all the dead chickens and pigs and chicken shit that is fed to cattle that are then slaughtered and made into hamburgers.

Sep. 2nd, 2003 06:59 pm (UTC)
LOL...that exactly why I don't eat hamburgers. And the freezer question has been answered...I think I just left it in the wrong spot. Take a look at all the comments to this entry and it's in there somewhere.
Sep. 2nd, 2003 07:05 pm (UTC)
I got it! Thanks for answering it. :D
Sep. 2nd, 2003 10:52 pm (UTC)

or even better, think of the OTHER CATTLE being fed to the cattle. You don't know what's in that shit.

vegetarianism is the only way to stay sane.
Sep. 2nd, 2003 11:18 pm (UTC)
Hmm... I don't think they can do that anymore. But for some reason, chickens and pigs and chicken shit are still ok.

You're a nymphomaniac, eh? Me too! :D (right, theater_chica? Heh. Wanna be friends? Then add me back!
Sep. 3rd, 2003 07:50 am (UTC)
That you are Amy dear ;) And thanks for rubbing that in *misses her hunny*
Sep. 2nd, 2003 05:14 pm (UTC)
Ah...the animals are taken to the vet and they do tests and things on them to make sure it's not something serious that all the animals could have and then they cremate them. Seeing as how the vet run is only done once a week *unless an animal needs attention of course* we don't want a bunch of rotting animals around stinking up the place. Sounds sort of mean, but like I said the alternative is pretty gross.
Sep. 3rd, 2003 04:16 pm (UTC)
can you get me a good deal on any husky or german shepard pups? i'll make the drive if the price is right ;)
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