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Training. I've been in training for 15.5 hours this week, and after tomorrow I'll have worked my first actual shift. That'll put me up to about 23.5 hours this week. I think I'll be walking away from this week with about 140 dollars.

I don't belong with these people. I can tell already. I don't know if it's just Kroger employees, but I've seen the specific Ohio stupidity elsewhere. For some reason, no matter how many times you've told somebody something, no matter how many times it's been discussed for their benefit, no matter how many times you've explained something very specific.... bring it up again and they'll have no idea what you're talking about. It's like being in second grade again, where if you dare to answer more than one question correctly, the whole class glares at you. The whole class watches you, and doesn't really want to talk to you for fear that being too close to your blinding intelligence could be harmful to the general populace.

I'm sick of it. Hopefully we'll be so busy that I won't need to talk to anyone. There are maybe two or three people in the whole place who could have a conversation above the level of your average six-year-old. They remind me of the kids I knew when I was little, except that they're operating spinning meat razors.

Yay Ashley. Welcome to the service industry. Full of hopeless people who gave up on their own futures years ago. When the training folks added up the years of experience we had in the room, it was supposed to make us feel better, like we were more qualified and would be able to handle whatever they had to teach.

I found it depressing. A room full of fifteen or so people and there were over 200 years of experience in food service. So many years spent on a job that, sure, is necessary in some sense. I mean, it's necessary in order for us to maintain our cushy effortless lives. But so many years spent cutting someone else's meat? Turning cans around so that a customer doesn't have to take the time and effort it requires to touch something before she buys it?

I'll do it because I'm paid to do it. And I shouldn't bitch on LJ when I know a lot of people who read my journal have similar jobs. But I have to ask. How long have you worked there? Why?

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Training. I've been in training for 15.5 hours this week, and after tomorrow I'll have worked my first actual shift. That'll put me up to about 23.5 hours this week. I think I'll be walking away from this week with about 140 dollars.

I don't belong with these people. I can tell already. I don't know if it's just Kroger employees, but I've seen the specific Ohio stupidity elsewhere. For some reason, no matter how many times you've told somebody something, no matter how many times it's been discussed for their benefit, no matter how many times you've explained something very specific.... bring it up again and they'll have no idea what you're talking about. It's like being in second grade again, where if you dare to answer more than one question correctly, the whole class glares at you. The whole class watches you, and doesn't really want to talk to you for fear that being too close to your blinding intelligence could be harmful to the general populace.

I'm sick of it. Hopefully we'll be so busy that I won't need to talk to anyone. There are maybe two or three people in the whole place who could have a conversation above the level of your average six-year-old. They remind me of the kids I knew when I was little, except that they're operating spinning meat razors.

Yay Ashley. Welcome to the service industry. Full of hopeless people who gave up on their own futures years ago. When the training folks added up the years of experience we had in the room, it was supposed to make us feel better, like we were more qualified and would be able to handle whatever they had to teach.

I found it depressing. A room full of fifteen or so people and there were over 200 years of experience in food service. So many years spent on a job that, sure, is necessary in some sense. I mean, it's necessary in order for us to maintain our cushy effortless lives. But so many years spent cutting someone else's meat? Turning cans around so that a customer doesn't have to take the time and effort it requires to touch something before she buys it?

I'll do it because I'm paid to do it. And I shouldn't bitch on LJ when I know a lot of people who read my journal have similar jobs. But I have to ask. How long have you worked there? Why?

(no subject)

Training. I've been in training for 15.5 hours this week, and after tomorrow I'll have worked my first actual shift. That'll put me up to about 23.5 hours this week. I think I'll be walking away from this week with about 140 dollars.

I don't belong with these people. I can tell already. I don't know if it's just Kroger employees, but I've seen the specific Ohio stupidity elsewhere. For some reason, no matter how many times you've told somebody something, no matter how many times it's been discussed for their benefit, no matter how many times you've explained something very specific.... bring it up again and they'll have no idea what you're talking about. It's like being in second grade again, where if you dare to answer more than one question correctly, the whole class glares at you. The whole class watches you, and doesn't really want to talk to you for fear that being too close to your blinding intelligence could be harmful to the general populace.

I'm sick of it. Hopefully we'll be so busy that I won't need to talk to anyone. There are maybe two or three people in the whole place who could have a conversation above the level of your average six-year-old. They remind me of the kids I knew when I was little, except that they're operating spinning meat razors.

Yay Ashley. Welcome to the service industry. Full of hopeless people who gave up on their own futures years ago. When the training folks added up the years of experience we had in the room, it was supposed to make us feel better, like we were more qualified and would be able to handle whatever they had to teach.

I found it depressing. A room full of fifteen or so people and there were over 200 years of experience in food service. So many years spent on a job that, sure, is necessary in some sense. I mean, it's necessary in order for us to maintain our cushy effortless lives. But so many years spent cutting someone else's meat? Turning cans around so that a customer doesn't have to take the time and effort it requires to touch something before she buys it?

I'll do it because I'm paid to do it. And I shouldn't bitch on LJ when I know a lot of people who read my journal have similar jobs. But I have to ask. How long have you worked there? Why?

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I find my anger interesting from an academic standpoint. I wrote a damned paper on RPGWW's ability to foster nationalist sentiments, so I'm not repeating it here. Read it or don't. If you bothered to read it, or if you bother to read it now, you won't require nearly the same explanation that most people will.

My layer of interest in my own reaction keeps me from losing my composure like some people have over this whole thing. I've been given something to think about, but it's something I've thought about before. Been there, done that, wrote a research paper on it, moved on. I haven't rehashed anything that's interesting to anyone at this late date.

There's also a part of me that wants to explore my anger on its own terms. I have opinions, but I can't share them with the one closest to me, so they won't be up here for a while.

Stand by. I'm sure my censorship drives will figure this out by morning. It's not like I'm asking them to make tea.

(no subject)

I find my anger interesting from an academic standpoint. I wrote a damned paper on RPGWW's ability to foster nationalist sentiments, so I'm not repeating it here. Read it or don't. If you bothered to read it, or if you bother to read it now, you won't require nearly the same explanation that most people will.

My layer of interest in my own reaction keeps me from losing my composure like some people have over this whole thing. I've been given something to think about, but it's something I've thought about before. Been there, done that, wrote a research paper on it, moved on. I haven't rehashed anything that's interesting to anyone at this late date.

There's also a part of me that wants to explore my anger on its own terms. I have opinions, but I can't share them with the one closest to me, so they won't be up here for a while.

Stand by. I'm sure my censorship drives will figure this out by morning. It's not like I'm asking them to make tea.

(no subject)

I find my anger interesting from an academic standpoint. I wrote a damned paper on RPGWW's ability to foster nationalist sentiments, so I'm not repeating it here. Read it or don't. If you bothered to read it, or if you bother to read it now, you won't require nearly the same explanation that most people will.

My layer of interest in my own reaction keeps me from losing my composure like some people have over this whole thing. I've been given something to think about, but it's something I've thought about before. Been there, done that, wrote a research paper on it, moved on. I haven't rehashed anything that's interesting to anyone at this late date.

There's also a part of me that wants to explore my anger on its own terms. I have opinions, but I can't share them with the one closest to me, so they won't be up here for a while.

Stand by. I'm sure my censorship drives will figure this out by morning. It's not like I'm asking them to make tea.