Aside from the guilt trip my parents will give me for living like a hippy on the road, I'm glad I **bleep** off my boss enough to get me fired. It was a terrible place to work - not in that it was bad, but it wasn't good.
The management and training really sucked, everything felt like a monotonous repetition with little to no innovation to actually provide orientation to anyone. Three months in and I still wasn't entirely sure how our insurance plans worked.
Nighttime stocking and freight was the absolute worst. I inherited a large collection of SKUs in the overhead that didn't match SKUs on the shelves that should have been on clearance but weren't because our clearance selection is already too **bleep** big. At what point do we just start throwing **bleep** away to make everything organized? Doing stock realistically felt like I was working for a hoarder.
In general, for everyone it was a jungle and worse yet, you had a broken compass. Employee orientation shouldn't take half a year - especially not on core essentials to the business sales.
From a sales perspective, it's also really **bleep** to work for. Sales quotas were the absolute pits - if nobody caught on, e-commerce is the "big thing" now and brick and mortar stores are essentially the preview shop. Who can blame anyone for that, though? It's much easier to trust the internet than someone who's getting minimum wage who, depending on their work status, may or may not even be getting benefits for standing on their feet at a register all day. The internet service reps sure care more than Johnny making $8 an hour to listen to someone ask, "Do those stairs take me upstairs?"
Yet somehow with human stupidity and the changing market, corporate still sent us orders to sell an astronomical amount of big ticket items. Last I checked, I wasn't capable of moving the Heavens and Earth. They refute this by training us to be aggressive salesmen and women, yet as a consumer I know full and well there's nothing that's more annoying than a sales rep who won't leave you alone after you've said no.
Their personalities might've been great but that was only a small light in the darkness of an unorganized and outdated workplace.
I'm now going to eat an ice cream.
Somehow though it's less about hating it and more like feeling unproductive. Management was very lenient and stuff just rolled right off them...but at the same time, I felt bad on the inside because I had no idea what I was doing. I wasn't sure what I was doing and the kind of "care-free" attitude in the training didn't really help me get any bearings.
I could've kept my job even with the **bleep** quality work I put in, it was complaining about how unproductive and emotional I felt for being unproductive that netted me a loss.
Everything was a hectic nightmare and there were even times I cried in the bathroom after my shift because of how disorganized it all was. I'm not qualified to give a self-diagnosis and I acknowledge that people are creatures of habit; but I'm pretty certain that I have a minor case of OCD.
Sometimes as in your position, Work and ppl along with the atmosphere there tend to bring one down and in such case ones performance suffers.
Its kind of a mind-state where as if your angry and upset and even emotional for being there it affects ones performance in their job as well as their duties and self esteem.
In todays world that is a major issue with ppl working in unsatisfactory jobs and positions and having others on your case at all times doesnt help ones situation.
But just as your story.. It seems your place in work was your real problem and as long as its history and something you wont look back on later in life.. Dont sweat it and give your best to the next job u find and hopefully the cycle wont continue.
The internet service reps sure care more than Johnny making $8 an hour to listen to someone ask, "Do those stairs take me upstairs?"
I lol'd irl.
Ex-PlayStation Network Senior Community Manager
Sony Interactive Entertainment America