Kmart and Work In General

As some of you may know, I work at Kmart. I like to call it my own personal slice of holiday hell. It does not help that it was eighty-five degrees in there today. The management are like Satan’s slave drivers. Dealing with morons and crazy people is torture. Luckily, some of my fellow prisoners are sane, interesting, and friendly. If not I’d probably quit.

Today, as I was being tortured, I was thinking about what I’m working towards. I got accepted to one of my favorite schools with a big scholarship this week, so I’m probably going. After college, what? I’m not sure. I just know I don’t want it to be a better educated version of the Kmart hell.

What do I mean by this? I don’t want to always be following other people’s stupid rules. I don’t want my fate to be controlled by the whims of power-tripping middle management. I don’t want to spend all day dealing with idiots. I don’t want to worry all the time about placating crazy people. I don’t want to do the same thing all day and not feel like I’ve accomplished anything.

Sadly, a lot of jobs fall into at least some of those descriptions. Most jobs will fall into at least one. And I don’t want any of that. It drives me crazy. I don’t want the rest of my life to be like this, or else, what am I living for?

I will celebrate my eighteenth birthday this April by purchasing a bunch of lottery tickets and hoping I’ll never have to work again. Crazy? Maybe. But you’ll wish you hadn’t laughed if it works!

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2 Comments »

  1. girljordyn Said:

    Ha well you know my “work hell” story of the week. Lol. My job is, well, boring, but I like it because most of the people I work with are fairly awesome. And aside from the huge language barrier because most of our customers speak espanol, the customers aren’t all that bad.

    But yes.

    Something better for the future, definitely.
    For me… maybe writing? Full-time, I mean. Like, solely writing? I’d die of happiness.

  2. jocelyn Said:

    Many of my customers speak Spanish as well. But that’s okay because I speak Spanish. Except today I forgot the word for zipper and felt stupid.


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