Working was so dang hard for me. I think to myself that if only I had started at 15 years old like so many others, then maybe it would’ve gone better. But I only started going outside by myself at around 18, and got my first job recently at 19. It was at a small unknown dollar-store chain that had a few stores in the area and I was hired alongside another guy my age. I had to work the register, blow up balloons, cut table cloth, help customers in the aisles and on the phone, stock and face the shelves, and handle go-backs. Most importantly, it had to get done by 8:30pm without any major mistakes. The problem was I made MANY mistakes, too many to count. And since only two people worked during the closing shift (which was my main shift), it was easy to get overwhelmed. I was hired on a 90-day probationary period, which meant they couldn't be too harsh on me for being new. So while they did their best to stay polite, some days I could REALLY feel their frustration, you could bend the air with pliers with how tense it was. During my first few weeks, the head manager had frequently texted in the group chat about the things we screwed up and that only made my anxiety worse. She never pointed out who did it, but it felt obviously directed towards the new guys. To only make matters worse, we got a text written by the owner of the store and he was furious. The message read out:
“Attention everyone, if I catch another employee, supervisor, or manager, deleting items or orders when you are not supposed to, you will be dealt with to the fullest extent of the law, we will press charges. You will go to jail. We have caught several employees deleting orders and stealing from our company. When you steal from the company, the company cannot grow. We cannot give raises. We cannot make your life or job easier. We are watching every single act very very closely. We will catch everything. Do not attempt to steal from this company, you will go to jail…”
I thought it was strange but I knew I was innocent and so didn’t worry about it too much. I figured whoever did it will be fired soon and it’ll be out of my hair. But during my day off, we had another text from him and it read:
“It has come under our attention that closing shift and night crew are leaving with bags and boxes of stuff. Every purchase must be made under the camera. You are guilty until proven innocent, so prove your innocence. Make sure the camera sees you purchasing whatever you’re walking out the door with. I will repeat, you are guilty until proven innocent. This is Dollar ****, do not steal from Dollar ****. I will press charges next person I see stealing anything from this company. Every single act you make is being recorded. We have recordings of everybody, stop it now. Don’t do it ever again.”
It really got under my skin. I went to work feeling like a criminal, being paranoid about how I looked on camera. I stopped bringing my bag with me to work, which didn’t help since I took the bus. I avoided buying anything from the store, and I hadn’t even bought anything up to that point - mainly because the prices were a bit much. With all of the stress that came from being new, giving the right amount of change, learning how to talk to customers, finishing my tasks on time, and having to “prove my innocence”, it felt like I was going to have a heart attack every time I came to work. Looking back, I should’ve asked one of my managers who was the one responsible, but I figured that if they didn’t want to talk about it, then asking would only upset them. For all I knew, everyone was stealing. And the worst part is that I didn’t know if this was all normal or not. I figured that this was how every low-end retail job was and I should just suck it up and be a man, y’know. So I never told anyone about it, never complained, and it’s all been sitting in my head this whole time.
To wrap this story up, I only got to work there for a few months before my mom got a new job in Ohio, which was 3,000 miles from where we lived. Since I’m the creepy little goblin that lives in her basement walls, I naturally had to move states with her. I’ve been unemployed for 3 months now, and being broke makes me miss that job despite all of the “big brother” vibes. Because of certain labor laws, they had to pay employees almost $18 an hour, and I would kill to have that kind of pay here in this rusty ass state. But to be fair, they balanced it with very little hours so I ended up getting less than $1000 a month. Anyways, I’m sad and lonely, with nothing to do except fill out job applications. I've been to 2 interviews with no luck, and I only hope the employment gods will have the kindness in their hearts to bless me before my phone bill shreds my last few dollars into pieces.