I
guess I'm part of the blue-collar world now, and I'm okay with that. Some of the people I
work with are genuinely nice, honest people. Others are real shits. Or, in their language, douches. At any rate, we had a near-2-hour long cashier meeting last night to tell us a bunch of stuff and then the floor opened for some complaints/questions. One lady talked the most, and it was the one who trained me. I'm learning more and more what kind of person she is, and I
don't like what kind of person she is. She basically reminded all us other cashiers about some of the rules that we consistently break (some of which I
find slightly inconsequential), and then she went on to say how much she LOVES the company and wants to stay there forever. Gag.
So the basic things I've noticed is one major concept: the cliques from high school are still in effect. There are the brown nosers, the cool kids, the rejects, and the floaters who fit in just about everywhere. The brown-nosers are basically disliked by everyone. The cool kids have their own clique but are not nice to anyone outside their clique. The rejects are nice if you get to know them, but they are shunned by most of the others, and sometimes for good reason. They might have some kind of offensive quirk or just be slightly annoying. The floaters are just that. Everyone likes them and they like everybody.
As for the bosses, they're just like the teachers and administration. The hypocrisy, the condescension, the stupidity, the stuff they do that us peons don't understand... it all goes on. It's really interesting. Some of them are like the cool teachers who actually taught you stuff AND were approachable and genuine. Others are the ones who are just there to do their job and nothing else. Others play blatant favorites. Etc. etc. It's all there.
What I
have learned:
high school really does prepare you for life.
I'm thinking I'll expand on this and write it up as an interesting, more scholarly essay. Perhaps?
Comments (4)
I am a floater. And I think all principals and administrators have their heads firmly up their butts.
High school never ends? How depressing.
Hang in there!
3 semaines ! C ' est long cela . Comment vas -tu Emily ?
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Michel
Emily , ne pourrais - tu pas nous donner quelques nouvelles ?
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Michel