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The first thing I noticed on my first day on the job is that in retail no one sits. Ever. It didn’t matter if it was at the beginning of my shift, if the store was empty, or if my knees, back, and feet ached from hours of standing. Park your behind while on the clock, went the unspoken rule, and you might find it on a park bench scanning the want-ads for a new job. Another quick observation: Working in retail takes more skill than just selling stuff. Besides the mindless tasks one expects—folding, stacking, sorting, fetching things for customers—I frequently had to tackle a series of housekeeping chores that Stretch never mentioned in our welcome-aboard chat. Performed during the late shift, those chores usually meant I’d have to stay well past the scheduled 9 p.m. quitting time. Mop the floors in the bathroom, replace the toilet paper and scrub the toilets if necessary. Vacuum. Empty the garbage. Wipe down the glass front doors, every night, even if they don’t really need it. It was all part of the job, done after your shift has ended but without overtime pay.

My Life as a Retail Worker: Nasty, Brutish, and Poor (via azspot)

It’s the fine print that comes with jobs like this that often make them burdens. Ballooning expectations for as minimal pay as possible.

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Everyone should work retail, a retail Christmas preferably, once in their lives. It makes you a better customer.

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^^^^ At least once in their lifetime. $1 tax credit for life with proof of compliance.

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Retail can be fucking brutal physically and mentally.  But because it never, ever lets up, I eventually got so used to it that I didn’t fully realize just how much of a toll my retail job had taken on me until I had to quit and suddenly I just felt SO MUCH BETTER ALL OF THE TIME.

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Anyone who ever disrespects anyone in retail/food service is not someone I want to hang out with. Having worked both, let me tell you, that shit is ROUGH.

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You should read the entire article if you have a chance.

Working in retail is hard, and I’m glad he brings up the fact that it’s difficult (nearly impossible) to support one person, let alone a family, on a minimum wage job, but that people are still fighting for these jobs.

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Here are some things you should know before entering my restaurant:

We’re probably understaffed, so get pumped for that.

Getting an attitude with me right from the jump is going to ensure that I ignore you as much as possible the entire time you’re there.  Even if you call my name.  Don’t be a cunt-muffin.

Complaining to the cashier about the rules they’ve been hired to follow isn’t going to change a damn thing. Yelling at me also isn’t going to change the rules.  Grow the fuck up.

The amount of time it takes to cook chicken in order to make it safe to eat doesn’t change because you’re “in a hurry”.  You know what we don’t have to cook?  Lettuce.  Get a salad.

If the left door is locked, the right door is locked.  Don’t jiggle both of them for five minutes and then press your face against the glass to see how many people are inside.  No one’s inside.  We’re fucking closed.

This is a restaurant.  Not your fucking kitchen.  I don’t care who you are, NOTHING gives you the right to act like an entitled prick while you are here.  It won’t make either of our lives any easier, and you won’t enjoy your food any better because of it.

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