To quote “bottom of the ladder” seems somehow innaccurate, as this particular rung falls far below any I have ever experienced. It is otherwise known, as retail. Retail. Where bone heads cluster round empty tills with no hope of serving anyone anything but a stab in the back. It’s reminiscent of secondary school bitch fests, you know the drill- if you’re not there bitchin’ then you’re the one being bitched about.
The fact that this level of immaturity still exists amongst thirty year olds is an anathema to me. My advice to you is this; if you’re smart, don’t get a full time job in retail. Or a part time one for that matter, and dont dare enter into conversation about your career plans, God forbid those those involving University, because sure enough, you won’t get a nice word from a single colleague again.
Due to this experience amongst others, I’ve found myself getting more and more aggravated by ‘society’ or whatever. Not the usual youth/crime/hospital spiel, just the regular screw-overs that happen on a daily basis. £8.40 to travel what seems 10 metres in a taxi for instance, a manager not being able to draw up a weekly rota without changing it 4 times. Just the little things that I am sick of and bitter about, at the young ripe age of 18. I know we all have to start somewhere, but for me, retail is a whole new level entirely, and one that I will not be pursuing.
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