Well I had my second day of work at Target yesterday [and continuing
into early this morning]. When I applied, I selected “Sales
Floor” as the position I was applying for. I did this because
there was an availability chart nearby that said that they needed people
from 8am-5pm for the Sales Floor position. Well, I put 7am-11pm
on the application, just thinking I was being flexible, just in
case. When I talked to the interviewer, she suggested I change
that 11pm to 12am, because now that the store is closing at 11pm for
the holidays, we would need to sometimes stay until 12am to straighten
shelves and such. I agreed to the change. Well last night
was my first night closing, and we did not leave until about 1am.
Someone told me we stay until 2am sometimes. Fun.
As far as the job goes, it’s been ok. The people over all are
pretty nice. I do have a feeling of being tossed around. I
got to work yesterday and was told to meet up with a certain person,
which I did. That person told me to go to the front to get my
code set up on the registers so that I could ring people up, and then
meet him. When I was done at the registers, I went to look for
him where he said he would be and did not find him. I saw a
fellow employee straightening shelves, so I figured I might as well
help. After a minute or two a lady who I believe is in a position
of authority, asked one of us [speaking to about three employees
working nearby] to put some fill some endcaps with TVs and some DVD/VCR
combos that were on sale. I mentioned that I had seen some of
these TV’s somewhere, thereby volunteering for the job. In the
midst of this task, a customer asked me for help finding a memory card
for a digital camera. He had a Christmas list, and it listed a
memory card 1.5″ wide by 1″ high. I measured all the memory cards
there, but none of them fit. I told the customer that the style
he was probably looking for was CompactFlash. He asked if I could
cross-reference the model number, and I said I didn’t think so[although
If I were at RadioShack I would have just looked it up on the
internet. After this, I finished my task of filling the end caps
and went back to straightening. Then a customer[called guests at
Target] came by and asked for 2 cases of baby formula. They were
not on the shelf, so I proceeded to the back room to get them. It
took me a while to figure out how to do this, but with the aid of a
fellow employee who happened to be in the back room, I found the
formula, and delivered it to the guest.
After this I was told to go and work with another employee [called team
members at target] in Toys. If you don’t already know, toys and
seasonal[right next to each other in our store] are very hot items this
time of year. It has been so busy in these sections over the past
couple of days.
Anyway, I proceeded to “re-shop” in toys. This basically means
putting things that have been returned, or that have been collected
from throughout the store where guests have randomly deposited them,
back where they are supposed to go. I struggled with this for a
while. First of all, I just started, so I don’t know precisely
where the gobble-head elmo, or whatever random product goes. To
make matters worse, guests seem to be in the habit of picking things up
and putting them in other places. Also, target shelf tags that
list price do not have the UPC number on the tag. They seem to
have a special target number on them [called a DCPI, I believe].
So unless the product also has this special number [usually just items
made for or by target], then it is hard to verify that any given item
does indeed go in a certain location. The exceptions to this are
if you have what target calls an LRT [Laser Radio Terminal, I believe],
with which you can scan an item’s UPC and find out its DCPI.
Also, with some products, it is fairly easy to see where they go.
I’m sure that the ease with which I put these items back in their
proper place[also called 'zoning' at target, i believe] will increase
as I do it more and become more familiar with the products and their
locations.
I basically zoned, re-shoped, and helped guests with their inquiries
for the rest of the day and into the next, at about 1am, when I was
told I could clock-out.
My feet are blistered, and the job doesn’t seem to be very
fulfilling. I still feel pretty ashamed that I still live with my
parents at the age of 24. I think this is probably becasue of 2
reasons. First of all there are so many people who do not have
the luxury of living with their parents and being provided for at this
age. Secondly, it seems to be frowned upon by peers. It is
as if I have not partaken in the proverbial rites of passage, and am
therefore to be looked down upon. Neither of these reasons seem
to be good ones, but I sense their influence nonetheless.
I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do in life. I guess a
current traditional view would be work, get a wife, father and raise
children, and die. While this could happen, I don’t know if I’m
cut out for it.
I have gone to church from a young age, and became a ‘born-again’
Christian at probably around the age of thriteen. As I have
gotten older, issues of faith have gotten cloudier for me. I
sometimes have a hard time understanding the concepts of ‘faith’ and
‘worship.’ Maybe I will talk about this more another
day. I’d better go get ready to go to a job that is not fun, but
I must go to anyway ‘just because.’ Just because why? Just
because I was not so good in school, therefore have no chance in
college, and must work a job that is no fun so that I can pointlessly
support myself for the rest of my miserable existance[one dramatic end
of the spectrum]. Hopefully it is ‘just because’ it is good to
have a job [again, i understand the reality that it may be good for
your personality, character, etc... but why exactly?], and maybe I will
find something better.
All of these questions are pointless[though perhaps still interesting] though[i think], if God is in control.
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