The Hind End of Space

>full-timer in cheese department is going on vacation
>get asked to help out
>work out great hours with acting cheese manager for coming week
>department head comes in
>gives me absolutely shitty hours

What the shit. God I hate this company. 

I just wrote a gigantic rant about how much I hate my job, but when it was done I just… couldn’t post it. Heck I… felt like I didn’t NEED to post it. I guess writing the rant was all I needed to get all that negative energy out.

I still hate my fucking job, though. 

A positive thing happening at work?

As some of you know (very few actually) I don’t present as female at work. I should, but when you work in retail, it’s hard to make the switch, especially when your coworkers are mainly stupid kids and old people. A few people know, but not many. 

Let me also just say that every time I get “sir"ed by a customer it just ruins my fucking day, even worse when they call me "miss” or “ma'am” initially, then they hear my voice and they… apologize. Ugh. I realize yeah, they have no way of knowing, but what they see isn’t what matters to me, it’s who I am, etc.

Anyway, one customer comes through and I can’t remember what she said completely, but she initially said “he”… then corrected herself with “she”. I was shocked, astounded even. I’ve NEVER had this happen to me before (at work anyway). I really wanted to stop her and say, “Thank you. For reasons you’ll probably never understand.”

It was a little self-confidence boost, and it sure as hell made me smile.