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I think that nearly everyone has, at one point or another, been stuck in a toxic work environment. Indeed, I have had several jobs like that over the years.
This piece dates to February of 2011, when I was still stuck in one of the worst and most toxic jobs I've ever had (I eventually quit in May of 2011, when my blood pressure shot up so high that I almost had a stroke).
The bitterness mostly comes from the experiences of that particular position, although I also channeled several previous jobs I'd held over the years, where I had been micro-managed, disrespected, and generally treated like all-around trash, and where the harder I worked, and the more effort I put forth, the less that my bosses and cow-orkers respected me.
Once again, I'm certain that there are plenty of people out there, who can relate to this...
This piece dates to February of 2011, when I was still stuck in one of the worst and most toxic jobs I've ever had (I eventually quit in May of 2011, when my blood pressure shot up so high that I almost had a stroke).
The bitterness mostly comes from the experiences of that particular position, although I also channeled several previous jobs I'd held over the years, where I had been micro-managed, disrespected, and generally treated like all-around trash, and where the harder I worked, and the more effort I put forth, the less that my bosses and cow-orkers respected me.
Once again, I'm certain that there are plenty of people out there, who can relate to this...
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Fuck, man.
I feel this. I worked at WalMart for ten years. I was an overnight stocker, a boxmonkey. Sounds easy, right? Nope. We were the ones doing the really hard and important work. We made everyone else look good and were the ones they blamed for their own incompetence. I handled a three person department all by myself. I not only worked the shelves and the back room, I did the department managers job, too...and got paid way less than she did.
I was stocker, in charge of ordering, supposed to 'zone' the department at the end of each shift (bring everything forward and make it look good) plus help pick up the slack. I get stressed out just thinking about it all, and I haven't worked there since 2007. I ended up blowing out both of my knees because of all the kneeling on concrete floors I had to do.
Take that however you like. I did whatever I could to help keep us afloat and working, some times.
The job gave me a lot of opportunities and the fact is, I'd go back to it in a heartbeat because it meant a steady paycheck and it would mean my legs were a lot healthier (I have lymphedema in my lower legs, that's why I had to stop working. I'm technically disabled) but man..it sucked a LOT some times.
I feel this. I worked at WalMart for ten years. I was an overnight stocker, a boxmonkey. Sounds easy, right? Nope. We were the ones doing the really hard and important work. We made everyone else look good and were the ones they blamed for their own incompetence. I handled a three person department all by myself. I not only worked the shelves and the back room, I did the department managers job, too...and got paid way less than she did.
I was stocker, in charge of ordering, supposed to 'zone' the department at the end of each shift (bring everything forward and make it look good) plus help pick up the slack. I get stressed out just thinking about it all, and I haven't worked there since 2007. I ended up blowing out both of my knees because of all the kneeling on concrete floors I had to do.
Take that however you like. I did whatever I could to help keep us afloat and working, some times.
The job gave me a lot of opportunities and the fact is, I'd go back to it in a heartbeat because it meant a steady paycheck and it would mean my legs were a lot healthier (I have lymphedema in my lower legs, that's why I had to stop working. I'm technically disabled) but man..it sucked a LOT some times.
Having done the stock job myself, I know quite intimately well, just what it feels like to be positioned at the bottom of the proverbial shit-funnel.
Just like the sign that Harry Truman kept on his desk, when it comes to passing the blame, and excuses, the person working stock really is in the unenviable position of "the buck stops here".
Just like the sign that Harry Truman kept on his desk, when it comes to passing the blame, and excuses, the person working stock really is in the unenviable position of "the buck stops here".
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