Experienced?

September 16th, 2008 at 11:11 PM — ♥[1]

Transferring jobs could be complicated.

So, as you all know, I work at Party City. I worked at the one in my town for a little over a year and I transferred to the one by my college so I could continue to have an income (at least to pay off my car bills). So today was my first day, and boy are things different. The people are really nice, so I like that, but overall… they’re sexist. Only girls work the register, and only guys mop, sweep, clean the bathrooms, and deal with boxes. DUDE. Boxes are my specialty. I pick up heavy ones, empty large ones, drop them, unpack them, pack them, fold them up, put them together… Fuck I miss boxes. But no, I’m supposed to be the lame girl that stands around at the picture wall being a servant to those who MUST have number 371. I ask patiently “And what size would you like that in?” as if I’m serving them fries and a drink. Honestly, I’m better than that. I know about all the procedures in Party City, I’ve planogrammed, topstocked, downstocked, packed out, packed away, and done anything else you can imagine. It’s really going to bother me when I get shoved into a shitty aspect of a job that I can, guaranteed, do better at. Don’t get me wrong, I do love working at Party City, but I’m not used to this change of pace, and change of gender so to speak. See, back at home, I was “one of the guys.” I carry heavy latters, move boxes around like crazy, hell, I practically run down my aisles. I’m just really gonna miss the hierarchy of store number 425. I guess I just need to accept it for what it is, and learn to be just like every other female drone.

Worker bee,
Katie

Katie