2. The Grocery Store
One of the most bullshit jobs, being a bagger at Kroger is the lowest you can possibly be on the totem pole of grocery store clerks. Minimum wage, obviously. I was the person who fucked up all your groceries by putting them in the bag as they came through, although you were the one who put them on the belt in that order. Secondly, I often had people come through the line with an entire grocery cart filled to the brim, and you'd better believe that it never worked out like it does in Tetris. The cashier was able to work much faster than I was. It takes .001 seconds to scan the item, and a couple seconds to put each item in a bag, during which time I've got to determine the most efficient way possible to do it. This is why, if you've ever wondered why one of your plastic bags contains only a box of pasta and nothing else, that's why. "Just bag it and go", and on to the next one. Ain't nobody got time to play puzzles.
Another part of the baggers' job includes collecting grocery carts from the parking lot. Rain, snow, sleet, hail, we will, we will retrieve that cart at the very end of the lot. People did use the cart racks, sometimes. Far too often, they were randomly strewn about the parking lot, as people just left them next to their vehicle and just drove away, consequences be damned. For those people, I implore that you empathize with the struggle of the cart collectors. I ruined my favorite pair of brown boots doing this job. The parking lot was covered in that dirty slushy snow that only truly industrialized cities can have. At seventeen, I really was a mindless workhorse- I had no standards for how much work I'd be willing to do for eight dollars an hour. But that's just that: I needed money, and they were offering a few dollar bills in exchange for me to fetch lazy customers' carts.
During my first few days there, I met dozens of people. One of the benefits of having had so many jobs: I've met TONS of people. Some are still friends, some are not, that's just how it goes. But, with each person I met came stories and other such life experiences. You meet people "from all walks of life". As a youngin', my older coworkers were always trying to teach me about life. I asked a supervisor about the union dues I noticed that had been taken from my paycheck. As a broke high school student, I was initially pissed about how tiny my first check was. I was doing this annoying, stupid job for a reason! I was lucky. My supervisor could have been a dick and could have told me that unions are the devil and a scam and that I should leave the union immediately; however, he was an intelligent human who understood that unions are the only power that minimum wage workers such as myself had over the money-gluttonous and lawyer-heavy businesses. My voice alone matters little; the voice of all workers unified is loud enough for the CEO to hear.
All in all, I worked at that job for 7 months or so. Then, I quit that job to work at a family-owned restaurant in the same town.
Another part of the baggers' job includes collecting grocery carts from the parking lot. Rain, snow, sleet, hail, we will, we will retrieve that cart at the very end of the lot. People did use the cart racks, sometimes. Far too often, they were randomly strewn about the parking lot, as people just left them next to their vehicle and just drove away, consequences be damned. For those people, I implore that you empathize with the struggle of the cart collectors. I ruined my favorite pair of brown boots doing this job. The parking lot was covered in that dirty slushy snow that only truly industrialized cities can have. At seventeen, I really was a mindless workhorse- I had no standards for how much work I'd be willing to do for eight dollars an hour. But that's just that: I needed money, and they were offering a few dollar bills in exchange for me to fetch lazy customers' carts.
During my first few days there, I met dozens of people. One of the benefits of having had so many jobs: I've met TONS of people. Some are still friends, some are not, that's just how it goes. But, with each person I met came stories and other such life experiences. You meet people "from all walks of life". As a youngin', my older coworkers were always trying to teach me about life. I asked a supervisor about the union dues I noticed that had been taken from my paycheck. As a broke high school student, I was initially pissed about how tiny my first check was. I was doing this annoying, stupid job for a reason! I was lucky. My supervisor could have been a dick and could have told me that unions are the devil and a scam and that I should leave the union immediately; however, he was an intelligent human who understood that unions are the only power that minimum wage workers such as myself had over the money-gluttonous and lawyer-heavy businesses. My voice alone matters little; the voice of all workers unified is loud enough for the CEO to hear.
All in all, I worked at that job for 7 months or so. Then, I quit that job to work at a family-owned restaurant in the same town.
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