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I’ll never work in retail ever again.

I started working in retail 2 months ago and in my interview I stated expressively that I am anxious even thinking about working at checkout, but still am willing to try. I got hired and was put at the checkout first thing on my first day. My boss stood behind me for the first 30 minutes and then left me, working at checkout for hours. after 2 or 3 hours, when there were fewer customers and another checkout was open, I left my spot and went to the breakroom. I was near a damn panic attack because it was just too much for me, so I broke down and cried. My boss came in and asked why I was crying, I told her that what I said in the interview wasn't a lie and that I now know that I really don't like working at checkout because it gives me…


I started working in retail 2 months ago and in my interview I stated expressively that I am anxious even thinking about working at checkout, but still am willing to try. I got hired and was put at the checkout first thing on my first day.

My boss stood behind me for the first 30 minutes and then left me, working at checkout for hours. after 2 or 3 hours, when there were fewer customers and another checkout was open, I left my spot and went to the breakroom. I was near a damn panic attack because it was just too much for me, so I broke down and cried.

My boss came in and asked why I was crying, I told her that what I said in the interview wasn't a lie and that I now know that I really don't like working at checkout because it gives me major anxiety.(Also the customers are fucking terrible PLUS I NEVER GOT TRAINED BY ANYONE)

I don't really remember her reaction but I could see that she was a little annoyed. However, from then on, almost every shift I was at checkout.. for hours.

Then, last week, she wanted to fired me and explained I wasn't any help (yep that's what this bitch fucking said, how nice right??) and that I allegedly would be unfriendly and not present on the sales area ( which is a fucking lie but okay) before she could even finish her speech, I took a piece of paper out of the fucking printer, took a pen, wrote my dismissal and handed it to her.

Now I for sure know I'll never work in retail ever again.

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