The End

Posted: 05/21/2011 in Uncategorized

Well it has most certainly been a pleasure everyone. I initially created this blog for my Digital Journalism class. The main task was to make and maintain a blog. I made the blog but the maintenance was not as easy. Two blogs a week is not alot at all but my thoughts were mostly focused around, what the hell am I going to post next. I was thinking whats going to be interesting, informative, funny and I think I did a fairly good job. So this will be my last blog however it isn’t going to be sappy or predictable. It is actually quite surprising. With all my antics and rants about wanting to get fired or wanting a different job, the ironic part about this whole situation is that I am getting promoted. Yes, you read that correctly. I’ve been promoted to a shift leader, which is basically a type of manager. How did this happen? I’m a good worker. I’m a great worker. I’m an excellent worker. I don’t mean to toot my own horn but I am. So yes I have sold my soul to my job. I have join the corporal rankings as an idiotic, kiss ass manager. But let’s think about it. Would I really become a kiss ass, would my intelligence lessen. Hell Naw! I’m gunna go in there and rip it apart from the inside. That’s how changes are made. Being inside the fold and re working it. I watched SLC Punk! the other day and at the end of the movie when the main character Stevo comes to an understanding that he has to go out into the world and work for the man he says,

I mean, there’s no future in anarchy; I mean let’s face it. But when I was into it, there was never a thought of the future. I mean we were certain the world was gonna end, but when it didn’t, I had to do something, so fuck it. I could always be a litigator in New York and piss the shit out of the judges. I mean that was me: a trouble maker of the future. The guy that was one of those guys that my parents so arrogantly saved the world for, so we could fuck it up. We can do a hell of a lot more damage in the system than outside of it.

Basically I have to go in and do my thing. Hopefully my job still won’t find out but I never cared. I hope you guys liked it.





Posted: 05/21/2011 in Uncategorized

My job can be scary sometimes. Especially when the products start to attack!

Alright, I had to continue the post from “From Management” because it was so long and I want you guys to read this. As I said before the conversation was definitely about to heat up and here is the rest of the interview.

Dez: Well I am not really understanding. Your telling me that because a person works at ___(job name has been omitted) they have no major responsibilities. That does not make sense in the least bit, unless you have been personal with your co-workers. So correct me if I am wrong but do you really know your workers. And if you hate your managers, I am going to assume from what you said that you hate them, do you try not to mimic them by coming an asshole like them.

Kiddo: No I don’t know these people and frankly I don’t want to get to know them. I mean who are they. My coworkers, I mean no. I mean I keep work and friends separate. I would never be friends with them. And I don’t mimic my behavior after upper management.

Dez: But don’t you think you do? I mean upper management knows nothing about their employees, so they treat them like strangers, thus treating them like they are meaningless. You’ve said your self you know nothing about your staff, wouldn’t that addict that you think they are meaningless.

Kiddo: I don’t know what you mean?

Dez: For example if you knew your staff you might know that perhaps one of your coworkers has to pay half her mom’s rent and watch her little sisters, which is why she is late sometimes. Or one day this id does no work because he spent the whole night working at another job.

Kiddo: Those all don’t seem to apply. If I don’t want to get to know them then I don’t. So don’t judge me.

Dez: I am not judging I just wanted to understand. I apologize if I offended you.

What do you think about what management had to say. Leave a comment!

From Mangement

Posted: 05/19/2011 in Uncategorized

I was told that all of my post generally bash upper management. It is true I have some apprehension towards the people who have gotten further than me in the drugstore business, not from smarts but mostly from ass kissing and a willingness to diminish ones self-worth.  (You all know what I mean.) So to be fair to the shift leaders and head cashiers and assistant managers, whoever, whatever, I have talked to one of you. I have stepped into the mind of my enemy and here it is for all to read. Her name is Beatrice Kiddo and she is a past Sales lead, sort of like a shift leader. Her name is false but her position is right and true. This interview is going to take place in two parts. The interview started at her place of residence in the Bronx.

Dez: So what did your job entail?

Kiddo: Inventory control,truck shift lead (meaning person in charging of bringing in the goods), Counting 500,000 beads for inventory, 13 hr shifts before corporate visits, replacing whole seasonal sections in one night, terrible shit like that.

Dez: What were your employees like?

Kiddo: Well I don’t want to call them my employees because I wasn’t that high up for the chain of command. I have managers as well. But the people who I had “control” were sometimes cool and sometimes not. I mean there is no incentive in this job so what would be the purpose of trying to make them work hard. Think about the turnover rate, these people never cared.

Dez: You said that you have managers, what are they like? And what do you mean these people never cared?

Kiddo: Well what I mean is they never see the repercussions of them not doing there job unless they get fired. All they hear is me telling them what to do and if they do it great if not what am I suppose to do. I say these people because they are mostly people who don’t necessarily needs jobs. They aren’t paying rent or anything that responsible besides their cell phones bills and who knows their moms probably pay for that as well. And my managers suck just as much as the people under me think I suck.

Dez: Okay you say that the people under you don’t really need their jobs, but how do you know? And please elaborate on your managers “sucking”.

Kiddo: Well I would know wouldn’t? I would hear them complain about rent and I don’t. I hear them complain about the new video game coming out. I mean there are some people who I am sure have responsibility. But if that’s the case why work for ___ (job name has been omitted). Or why be in such a low position. And they suck. They tell me to do idiotic things and they never know what they are talking about.

Okay so after this statement things got a little heated. Click to the next post to see more.


Posted: 05/19/2011 in Uncategorized

So Craigslist is the new classifieds section. That became apparent to me when I saw that there was over 700 posting for jobs on the island of Manhattan alone. In a Frontline documentary I watched in one of my journalism class, News War, the reporters were mainly speaking about the “fall” of the newspaper. One of the reasons is because there classified sections have been wiped out. They have all moved to craigslist. Newspaper’s main source of income comes from classified sections. In this new day and age many people feel that searching for items or jobs on the internet is way more easier then looking at a newspaper. But is that really true? In my opinion, no. One of the reasons I think that is because the internet is so impersonal. A resume is just a piece of paper, there is never a face to it. Employers receive resumes all the time, how in anyway can they really pick a person? From a bullet-ed list of tasks? My speech my not be super eloquent but I can say my “objective” way more illustrious than simple writing.  Most resumes are boring! Mines is even semi-boring besides the few font changes I made. So what do we gain from being so impersonal. A quick way to never find a job and even bigger way to separate ourselves from the rest of world. We date online, we reconnect on line, we email, we text. I want some physical connection with an interviewer, (not that physical) but you get what I mean. What do you think?

Something New

Posted: 05/16/2011 in Uncategorized

Now that I am currently searching for a new job I started to wonder what are the top jobs or the worst jobs and anything in that particular topic. So I used my research skills a.k.a. Google to look for some jobs that would be suitable for me when I graduate or now or for whoever. According to, the top job for students is an on-campus tour guide.

“By showing prospective students, their families, and alumni around university grounds, you’ll no doubt improve your speaking and presentation skills.”

This kind of makes sense to me but it doesn’t work for me considering I go to a commuter school. What would I tour, the subway? So I see usnews’s point but no. So I decided to screw my search for jobs pertaining to me and just google the highest paying jobs. According to CNBC the highest paying job in 2010 was a surgeon.

“Specialists, in particular, earned the most. Surgeons took the lead spot, making an average of $219,770 last year, the highest average salary in the country, according to the government data.”

According to the worst job is gas pipeline worker. And according to the Huffington Post the worst paying job that requires a degree is a social worker. As you might be now, I got kind of bored with this.So I left my Google searching and decided to buy the New York Times and the Daily News. My mother always found jobs by looking in the classified sections of these papers. Well guess what, I couldn’t because with these two papers combined the amount of pages for the classifieds was four, back and front. My question was where did the classifieds go, and then it hit me: they went to It was back to the computer for me and to craigslist that I went.

A Work Poem

Posted: 05/16/2011 in Uncategorized

My viewers have spoken! Well, at least one viewer. She has heard my cries of “Please submit stories to me” and decided to write a poem based on her job. It describes quite accurately the retail work place. Scary. So with out further ado here is “Hell Reader” by Tiiniie

As I climb my way up / And walk towards my living hell / I begin to sweat / The madeness within me / Makes my body temperature rise to a boiling point / As I apporiach my doom / The walls of flame / Shoot fire balls at me / No where to turn or hide / This place is essential for me to survive / I enter my code into the small device / *ACCEPT* Flashes across my eyes / My soul for 8 hours belongs to the devil / My sweat, tears, and blood / Makes up the product that we sell / One task, two task, three task, four / It never ends, all through the night / The sky outside get brighter / My hell is almost over / But for only a couple of hours / For as I walk away / I remember tonight It will be the same / And I sigh to myself /As I crawl my way down