Exhausted


Mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted.

I need something to change with regards to my workday or I think my body is going to pay a massive price for my works lack of personnel.

It was 94° yesterday. I was alone on the busiest day of the week. The day before was ACTUALLY harder. I am not the type that cries easily. I hate anyone seeing me cry and I LEGIT lost it on Friday. Soo many people! Soo many carts!!
All by myself. I didn’t get adequate assistance until the end of my shift.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to quit my job. I love my co-workers. I know my team IS trying..but, they have been told they can’t hire another full-time employee..only part-time. Who the hell is going to take a carts job seriously on part-time??? Name me a single person who would stay at the hardest physical job if the job isn’t their bread and butter?

What do we get instead? The ones who like that they are unsupervised so they can fuck around, disappear, or complain the ENTIRE time.

Due to this pandemic, customers come in like it is Saturday..every..single..day. They have nothing better to do than eat, drink, and go to essential locations , because they are bored ALL THE FUCKING TIME!

I have seen these MOTHERFUCKERS more than my own family. 2-3 times a week!! And not a single one of them knows how to push a fucking cart into the cart return properly.

The fact that they can’t seem to manage to put a cart into the return nesting into the cart before it, is very alarming. They can’t be trusted to park a cart properly and yet, we expect them to give a shit about wearing masks, staying home, and maintaining social distancing?? We are soo fucked in America!

I’m soo tired.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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