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Fuck Target

This happened years ago but honestly I'm still mad. So once upon a time I was a kid (maybe 16) who needed a job. So I applied to Target (department store with pretentious customers for anyone who doesnt know) as a food service worker, which in hindsight is like wearing the world's biggest Kick Me sign. First came the interview. I come in at noon, and interview with the man who'd be my direct supervisor. It goes great, and he says he'll be right back with the general manager. And then an hour passes. And two. And three. Finally, four hours pass, and I get up and exit the small cramped office that had served as my tomb. They had FORGOTTEN ME. But of course I'm an idiot kid so I take the offer and get hired. My first training is on cashier duty, which goes fine. Then begins the…


This happened years ago but honestly I'm still mad.

So once upon a time I was a kid (maybe 16) who needed a job. So I applied to Target (department store with pretentious customers for anyone who doesnt know) as a food service worker, which in hindsight is like wearing the world's biggest Kick Me sign.

First came the interview. I come in at noon, and interview with the man who'd be my direct supervisor. It goes great, and he says he'll be right back with the general manager.

And then an hour passes.
And two.
And three.
Finally, four hours pass, and I get up and exit the small cramped office that had served as my tomb.

They had FORGOTTEN ME. But of course I'm an idiot kid so I take the offer and get hired.

My first training is on cashier duty, which goes fine. Then begins the actual training at the stupid little Pizza Hut.

No one trains me, a 16-year-old, how to close and turn off this machinery that could do serious damage. I'm asked to close and shocker, I can't. Because no one told me how to. Then my boss gets mad at me, and the general manager is always up my ass because someone left stuff in front of the cafe–but I just started my shift five minutes ago! How on earth was that my fault?

The breaking point was when a woman demanded to speak to my manager. I was all alone. There had recently been a recall on the marinara we used, and I tried to explain this to the woman, but clearly, clearly it was actually just a ruse and I was HOGGING the marinara. Clever girl.

So the managers actually refuse to back me up and tell me to look for more. But there isn't more–it was fucking recalled for health concerns!!!

I somehow finished out the shift and came in the next day. I was scheduled for a shift, but as I walked into the team room I quit. Effective immediately. HR warned me that if I followed through, I'd never work at another Target again.

“That's fine,” I said. I grabbed my paycheck and went home.

tl;dr Fuck Target. Fuck managers. And fuck customers. Just because you don't shop at Walmart doesn't mean your shit doesn't stink.

Pay was probably $11 an hour, too. Assholes.

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