Not Coping So Well

I keep mentioning how exhausted I am and all it’s doing is getting worse. I go into work, spend 7 hours running around after customers pretty much non-stop (half hour break not included in this analogy), come home and am pretty much dead on my feet.

Speaking of my feet: OW. I spent a few months wearing shoes that were too slim for my wide feet and now they pretty much always hurt, especially when I’m on them so much. I’m now wearing some old black skater shoes just to make sure I don’t completely cripple myself.

But back to work. That’s 7 hours (or 6 and a half) of smiling, pretending to give a shit, doing everything team leaders tell you to do which is often too much, putting up with customers who refuse to smile back or acknowledge humour, putting up with customers who’ll happily interrupt you whilst you’re serving or helping other customers, dealing with utter douchenozzles, and not to mention the utter lack of air conditioning in the shop. We have two mini-units behind the tills but they barely help. It’s busy. It’s hard. It’s heavy. And it’s exhausting me already.

I can’t cope with the hours I’m getting but I’m really worried that I’ll be seen further as useless and perhaps even get myself a mark on my reference. I know that most likely won’t happen, but while I’m this exhausted my depression’s going into overdrive with a little paranoia with it. Bring on September.. and the end of the Summer holidays with it.

8 thoughts on “Not Coping So Well”

  1. You HAVE to tell them you can’t cope with the hours and you need less. Your health and mental goodness (I’m tired, can’t think of the word) is way more important than some crappy little retail job. Aside from anything else, they CAN’T give you a black mark on your reference for asking for fewer hours because they’ll be too scared you’d drag them to an employment tribunal for it. Not that anybody actually follows up on references anyway.

    TELL THEM HANNAH.

  2. 🙁

    I’ve never understood why going shopping turns most people into rude, ignorant and annoying monsters. I’ve always worked in customer service ever since I was a student but I made the switch from retail into Government/local Government and it’s a huge difference. I was treated far worse when I worked on the check out in Tescos than I was when I was when I worked front line for the Department of Work and Pensions.

    However Winter is coming! (sorry couldn’t resist) so it will at least get colder.

      1. Of course, not sure how I missed that one!

        My Mother (who herself is a total bitch 99 percent of the time) has just had a huge falling out with a friend because said “friend” made a girl cry in some handbag shop and thought that was perfectly okay because she “was spending lots of money”.

        And they think us gamers are the problem 🙁

        1. … If anybody treated me that way I’m fairly sure I’d end up with an official warning after the swearing-fest I’d give them along with the massive boot up their arse. Jesus.

  3. I could never work with the public. I think the closest I ever got was doing telephone customer service for a bank in the States, explaining why you can’t write cheques for more than you damned well know you have in the bank (no overdraft in the US, and hefty fees for bouncing cheques) and then having to take abuse for it. It’s why I always try to be nice to people in shops and especially in restaurants. I’ve been a waitress, I know what a terribly hard and shitty job it can be.

    When you think about it, September is not far away, and the thing about British weather is that you know it will always get colder. So there is hope – hang in there! 🙂

    1. Honestly? I love shop work. I really do. The majority of customers are lovely and make it a delight to be doing. I often go into work in an awful mood and come out chatting and singing because of the sheer number of amazing customers. Especially when there was a heavily Irish customer-base for a little while!

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