So I'm starting to think this job at Big Box Store was not such a great idea. I didn't realize how deep my misanthropic curmudgeon streak ran until I started having to interact with the public on a regular basis.
I got a job to make a little extra money and to get away from the kids and the house a couple of times a week. However, most of my time at work is spent listening to children scream and holler and whine. Also? Folding towels? Not really all that fun. Picking up aisles of crap, Halloween costumes and clothing and food - not really all that fun. And people are slobs. Lazy, lazy slobs. I spent two and a half hours last night cleaning up the Halloween section. Costumes were ripped out of their packaging and left strewn from one end of the aisle to the other. I wound up having to trash two carts full of costumes because pieces were missing or ripped. The complete and utter disregard that people have for the store's property is astounding. The pinnacle of this was reached yesterday, when someone took a shit all over a bathroom stall. All over the floor, on the toilet and even on the walls. Thank god I wasn't the one who had to clean it up. The poor manager had to do it and she was not happy about it. I don't want to have to deal with that. Not for $8 an hour.
One of the managers told me that she really likes me and asks for me specifically to go do things like fold towels and clean up aisles of stuff because I'm smart and I'm good at it. Which, y'know, nice, but I feel like such a loser, which then makes me feel guilty for feeling that way. Why do I find it so demeaning to work there? Why am I absolutely mortified every time I see anyone I know come thru my lane? I want to crawl into a hole and die. Am I really that much of a snob? Apparently so. Lovely.
I don't know where I'm going with this post. Aimless rambling seems to be my specialty lately. I just know that I don't like this job all that much and I can't even stand the thought of having to work there thru the holidays. I've been looking for another job, full-time if it pays enough to cover the exorbitent cost of putting two kids into daycare, or part-time in the evenings if it doesn't involve having to deal with the public for too long. Those requirements are even tougher to meet than the full-time/daycare thing.
I just wish I could figure out what would make me happy. I can't seem to nail that one down and it's really not a pleasant way to live.