I joined this company a few months ago. When they hired me on they said they would train me in multiple places so I could be kind of a jack-of-all-trades. I was cool with that.
They started me on stocking clothes and tagging books, but then added me as a cashier. Gotta say, stocking is the worst job, for me at least.
In the beginning it was generally okay because I got to tag books at the end of the week, which is by far my favorite. I'd also help as a back-up cashier so I didn't have to spend all day stocking.
Quotas went up recently(ish). One of the main people tagging hard items decided they didn't want to put up with it so management put them on books full time, effectively taking me away from it.
Okay, no biggie, i asked to be trained to tag hard items. It seems interesting enough. They say they'll train me for it, but never do so now I'm stuck stocking clothes. I've expressed how much I hate it, and to her credit, I believe the store manager is trying to help. But the key managers dont listen and rarley add me to the register unless they literally have no one else available.
Books/media have gone down in quality. I sold 3 books on hitler the other week (big no) and almost all of the DVDs are scratched to hell.
I know it sounds bad to complain because the job isn't all that bad. I've actually clocked out for the day but everyone thinks I'm on my lunch break. I'm still in the parking lot, having a hard time telling them I'm leaving. I gave them 4 hours. The schedule says I'm supposed to be a cashier today. But I'm not and likely won't be.
The problem with stocking clothes is it's just a mindless job. And I have severe depression (currently withdrawing from my medication). The time of year sucks too and all the Christmas music is a bit triggering. The whole time I'm stocking I have horrible thoughts go through my head and they don't stop. I frequently cry while stocking. Cried in the bathroom today.
Being a cashier is okay because I can comment on the weird things people are buying and have decent conversations with interesting people, so it draws me out of that “funk”
Stocking clothes is killing me and I think I'm going to quit