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A couple things to preface this. I have worked at Target for well over a year. I bust ass on sales floor, working hard. I get good hours, people are generally friendly to me, though with my low self esteem I assume they're just being nice and I'm weird and everyone hates me, especially after nights like tonight.
I am five foot four, 136 lbs. I am slim, but not jacked. I am not a coordinated person. I cannot hold my own in a fight.
I vouch for Target being a good place to work, despite its flaws, I am overall a big fan of my job. I had no plans whatsoever of quitting. I was more than happy to stay for the forseeable future.
Tonight changed that completely.
I understand Black Friday is hard for everyone. I get it. I wouldn't be surprised if at some point I reconsider how I'm feeling right now. Maybe I'm overreacting.
But today I feared for my job, for my personal safety, and it could have been entirely avoided.
All week, I have dealt with a lack of information on what we are having on sale for Black Friday. As in, There's a list in the STLS office, I've not seen it, nor have I been told directly it exists. But all week, guests are upset and I look stupid because I don't have information on what's on sale when, or what we have in stock, where things are located. Management seems to think I'm not privy to my own information. I no longer have any idea what the Toy of the Day is, or what's on sale. I guess I could do copious amounts of research, but perhaps printing a nice little list and leaving it at the electronics boat would save hours of studying and help the sales floor have a handy little reference sheet.
Today, I didn't know that we had Beats on sale for $120. Not that it should have mattered, I was supposed to be at the apple cage ringing and distributing product. But they changed my position 15 minutes before the doors opened, not once, but twice, so about 3 minutes before the doors opened, I was handed the keys, told to open display cases and unlock things for guests.
This was a very stupid idea.
By three minutes after six, I was pinned against our beats case, as guests pulled out all our product, because I'm a small guy and can't fend off six different people taking what they want simultaneously. We didn't have the $120 beats item. I didn't know this. If I had, I'd not have opened the display to begin with, because I opened it naively thinking "no way we don't have any of these, let me look and see if they're behind some of the other product".
As guests are taking hundreds of dollars of headphones, I figured I just lost my job, and also, I may actually get trampled. No one informed me that I could just hand out these items and ignore regular security measures.
No, my management saw fit to give one of the smallest sales floor team members a different position less than five minutes before the doors opened, gave him no information on security or product, and basically left him to fend for himself. The only way I got out of that was our backroom team member calling me over for assistance with a looting issue, and he's fortunately over 200 lbs and 6 feet tall. But I was also scolded by him for not helping him earlier, because, yeah, I could have moved if I wanted, sure.
Most of my night was fine. It was less than five minutes. And yet, I see no reason to stick to a job where my management has such little concern for the team that they'll put them in a position, an entirely avoidable position, where they fear for their job and safety.
I bust ass but get paid the same as the team members who regularly slack, and I get told off more when management see me spending a rare 30 seconds talking to a team member, "loafing". I work hard because I have integrity and pride and care about my work.
I don't think I care anymore.
My plan is to phone it in and half ass my job, convince management to take on a seasonal person I like, have him cross trained in electronics, and then peace out. They'll have someone else who is primed to replace me, but I'll just stop showing up.
Any thoughts on this are welcome. I need a place to vent. I know there are threads for that but...I don't know, this felt like more than venting. I feel drained and exhausted and I just want to lay in bed and cry but know I need to go back in tomorrow.
I am five foot four, 136 lbs. I am slim, but not jacked. I am not a coordinated person. I cannot hold my own in a fight.
I vouch for Target being a good place to work, despite its flaws, I am overall a big fan of my job. I had no plans whatsoever of quitting. I was more than happy to stay for the forseeable future.
Tonight changed that completely.
I understand Black Friday is hard for everyone. I get it. I wouldn't be surprised if at some point I reconsider how I'm feeling right now. Maybe I'm overreacting.
But today I feared for my job, for my personal safety, and it could have been entirely avoided.
All week, I have dealt with a lack of information on what we are having on sale for Black Friday. As in, There's a list in the STLS office, I've not seen it, nor have I been told directly it exists. But all week, guests are upset and I look stupid because I don't have information on what's on sale when, or what we have in stock, where things are located. Management seems to think I'm not privy to my own information. I no longer have any idea what the Toy of the Day is, or what's on sale. I guess I could do copious amounts of research, but perhaps printing a nice little list and leaving it at the electronics boat would save hours of studying and help the sales floor have a handy little reference sheet.
Today, I didn't know that we had Beats on sale for $120. Not that it should have mattered, I was supposed to be at the apple cage ringing and distributing product. But they changed my position 15 minutes before the doors opened, not once, but twice, so about 3 minutes before the doors opened, I was handed the keys, told to open display cases and unlock things for guests.
This was a very stupid idea.
By three minutes after six, I was pinned against our beats case, as guests pulled out all our product, because I'm a small guy and can't fend off six different people taking what they want simultaneously. We didn't have the $120 beats item. I didn't know this. If I had, I'd not have opened the display to begin with, because I opened it naively thinking "no way we don't have any of these, let me look and see if they're behind some of the other product".
As guests are taking hundreds of dollars of headphones, I figured I just lost my job, and also, I may actually get trampled. No one informed me that I could just hand out these items and ignore regular security measures.
No, my management saw fit to give one of the smallest sales floor team members a different position less than five minutes before the doors opened, gave him no information on security or product, and basically left him to fend for himself. The only way I got out of that was our backroom team member calling me over for assistance with a looting issue, and he's fortunately over 200 lbs and 6 feet tall. But I was also scolded by him for not helping him earlier, because, yeah, I could have moved if I wanted, sure.
Most of my night was fine. It was less than five minutes. And yet, I see no reason to stick to a job where my management has such little concern for the team that they'll put them in a position, an entirely avoidable position, where they fear for their job and safety.
I bust ass but get paid the same as the team members who regularly slack, and I get told off more when management see me spending a rare 30 seconds talking to a team member, "loafing". I work hard because I have integrity and pride and care about my work.
I don't think I care anymore.
My plan is to phone it in and half ass my job, convince management to take on a seasonal person I like, have him cross trained in electronics, and then peace out. They'll have someone else who is primed to replace me, but I'll just stop showing up.
Any thoughts on this are welcome. I need a place to vent. I know there are threads for that but...I don't know, this felt like more than venting. I feel drained and exhausted and I just want to lay in bed and cry but know I need to go back in tomorrow.
