Started a new job beginning of last month, as a merchandiser/salesman for a large corporation. Advertised hours on job posting were 5-130. Haven’t worked a week under 50 hours yet, last week four out of my five days I skipped my thirty minute lunch break in order to be done by 4’o clock. Sent out on my own after one week of training, expected to know what displays to build, take down, location of product and to know how to condense new product and back stock upon entering the store for the first time in my life. I’ve never been in these stores before, I don’t know the managers, receivers. Nothing. I’m expected to communicate with them? I don’t even know when their shift starts, or who they are. I barely have time to work the six+ pallet loads, let alone set up a completely new display. It’s overwhelming, it’s exhausting. I get home at 530 and I have to be in bed by 8 if I’m hoping to get eight hours of sleep. Two and half hours of personal time to run errands and cook dinner. I have Sunday and Wednesday off(if they don’t ask me to work). No time to recharge so I’m burnt the next day with twice the work. At my first meeting they’re discussing key points to the group. One was “why is our turnover rate so high?” Because the job fucking sucks! We’re understaffed. I really spent 9 hours working one extremely busy and crowded store, no break. And I’m expected to perfectly merchandise a second before I go home. Got a call the next day complaining about my performance at the second store. I’ll milk the pay for as long as I can and then I’m out. It’s soulless, unfulfilling, repetitive labor that’s unappreciated. We provide what’s essentially poison in a bottle for people to consume. Fuck these corporations. Too bad it’s the best I’ve ever been paid, but it still doesn’t feel like enough to prosper.