I'm Just Doing My Job

Blank minds suck when you want to blog. I would like to drop a dime and get back into the groove of blogging like before, but I guess the coming time of having to go to work is taking away from my creative energy. Yesterday, I had a day off, and I felt like I won the lottery. This job was not what it cracked up to be. Sure, it's great and it has its share of benefits, but indeed, it IS retail, and it's not what it appears to be. The customers, the paperwork, the queues, the irate phone calls, the condition of the products they drop off, the non-stop hours on your feet, bumping into people, meeting budgets, being forced to impose fees on people, preying on people's ignorance, and of course, things like supervisors and SOP. This job has allowed me to gain new insight and talents, but sometimes, it makes you wonder: Is This the Price You Want To Pay? I see cats who've been doing this for 8 years, and I see that it could end up being me. Not to say I'm above those people, but knowing that full-time means guaranteed 32 hours on a schedule? Naw. I was never one to be a hardass over meeting a corporate budget, so I KNOW I don't want the pressure of being a manager of anything retail. I'm not a huckster, nor do I like imposing exorbitant costs for services that people can do themselves for free. Amazing what following an instruction manual can do. I can't tell you how many people have scoffed at me when I quote a $200 price tag off the top of my head. I remember before I worked there, I laughed at their prices, and sometimes, I would go there just to laugh at the prices. I become an employee of this conglomerate and now, it's my JOB to get people to fall for this nonsense. I guess me using the clientele to my own benefit would be a conflict of interest, huh? Then, that means that my only other option is to be a wage slave'd underling. It would really feel great to be able to escape the grasp that this has on me. There was one way into this, and there's one way out: the powers of my mind.

So, it appears that in my inablility to find something to blog about, I found everything to blog about. Ain't life funny? I would blog more, but I gotta get to work.

-B