Working in the ghetto.
‘Money, money, money, money.’ This is the only thing I think about before I blow off at every single person that’s around me. I work at a cellphone store in the heart of the ghetto right by a big city. The job is the easiest job I’ve ever had. Managing a cellphone store isn’t like a fastfood restaurant nor a supermarket.
It’s real slow paced. I get about a good 3-4 hours of free time at work when the customers aren’t there. The problem I have, yes the problem that makes me go psycho, is the people that I have to deal with everyday. On average, I get about a good 4-5 racial comment about my ethnicity. On top of that, their ignorance drives me crazy. I guess you have to know how people in the ghetto are to understand. But it’s basically like this. We have a BIG sign with the store policy on the wall right by the cash register. Whenever a customer comes in a complains, we show them the sign. It spells it out, word for word, NO RETURNS OR WARRANTIES on any accessories. They read it. Yes.. They do read it, but they ask you otherwise like they never seen or read it before. And i have to sit there a for at least 15 minutes repeating after myself over and over and over until their uneducated minds actually click in to actually understand something. And then they ask another question about something again, and again, and etc.
Im sick of it. Plus my boss is an immigrant and he doesnt speak a drop of English. I have to sit there and basically have to be his BITCH for 12 hours monday through saturday. OH YEAH! And I have to sit there and pay his bills over the phone for him, translate things continuously, and run errands. He pays me well but considering the working conditions and comparing the pay with my friends who are in the same position, I’m defnitely underpaid and overworked.
You ever go into a cellphone store and see the worker with a pistol on his waist? Blahhhh. Welcome to the ghetto.