I like to think of my titles as very brief executive summaries. If you don’t want to bother reading the whole blog entry, you can usually read the title and get the gist of it. This post is just going to be a lot of ranting about how my new job sucks. Feel free to skip it.

Anyway… yeah. I’m not liking my new job too much. I graduated from college in May with a BBA, and a friend and I have decided to start a web design company. I can’t really work at a real job programming or something because it would almost certainly require me to be there around 50 hours a week. (That’s the way most entry level programming positions work, I’m told.) This wouldn’t give me enough time to devote to my web design business, so I’m going to be working a crappy job for the next year at least.

So I signed on at Gordman’s. It’s a department store similar to Kohl’s, but with better prices. I’m going to be the shoe department manager. Right now, however, we’re putting the store together and it SUCKS.

I have to be there each morning at 7:00am. I have no idea why this is. It’s stupid. There’s no reason for us to need to be there at that time. Gordman’s schedules when the trucks show up, why not schedule them a bit later? Like even 8:00, maybe? Since I live an hour away, I have to get up at 5:15 to make it to my car pool on time.

The construction workers are two or three weeks behind schedule. They were supposed to be completely done by last Friday. Yeah, right. Like anyone actually expects union workers to get a damn thing done on time or under budget. They didn’t even have all of the interior walls up when I left on Monday. We’re working around them right now, and it’s a pain in the ass for everyone.

We usually have about three scheduled trucks show up each day. However, we also have about the same number each day that just appear whenever the hell they feel like it. We unload them and then later count the pieces to make sure that we have everything. Since my counts are rarely, if ever, anywhere close to what the sheet says, it’s beginning to make me doubt my ability to count. There’s nothing quite like fucking up a very simple task to make you feel like a complete idiot.

So, to sum up: when my job isn’t backbreaking and menial, it’s endlessly repetitive and mind-numbing. At the end of the day, I come home drenched in sweat, exhausted, and smelly. This job sucks.