So, I've finally got a job. Yay! I'm thrilled that it pays decently and I get a lot of hours but I'm not sure why I can't shake this feeling. I'm only 3 days in and I hate the job. It's not a challenging job, I turned down 2 other job offers because this one not only gave me more hours but it paid better. So I don't know why I hate it. I work as a cashier in a large grocery store. (Not Walmart but I won't go into specifics.) I get a 10 minute break (which if I got even a minute over I have to pay for it literally) and a 30 minute lunch but I'm not allowed to leave my post without permission. No problem? Wrong! Even if I ask for permission to leave for something like a bathroom break, NO ONE comes to take over my position so I end up nearly urinating myself after waiting an hour for someone to take over.
I also get told contradictory information. "Hurry up, you're too slow scanning!" then, five seconds later "This isn't a race, stop going so fast." Or "You're overworking yourself, let the sacker* do their jobs." then, again, five seconds later "If you don't help your sacker, they won't want to sack for you anymore so stop and help them." This is constant and once I find a balance, our understaffed team switches stuff around and I have a different sacker or no sacker whatsoever. I feel really overworked and stressed but I'm now the only breadwinner which builds my anxiety. (I swear I hear the pings and beeps of the register in my sleep.) I'm more stressed now than when I was unemployed; it's just become harder to speak out as I feel dead by the end of my almost 8+ hour shift. I also don't want to upset the wife by saying so and I know we need the money. (*Sackers bag groceries.)
So onto a big issue. My uniform prevents me from packing. Why? My uniform is too tight fitting, like not only do I constantly look happy to see everyone but it makes my packer not work well as it gets squeezed/slides around too much. I asked my manager if I could wear looser pants but the only alternative is against the uniform code. (Cargo pants specifically.) On top of that, even with my binder being adjusted, it's too hot to wear in the building I work at. And, finally, since I'm stealth I can't have anyone call me by my preferred name because my brother-in-law works there. Gossip is a terrible thing.
It's just been one hell of a week and I'm expected to work the entire weekend after telling them I didn't want to. Let's hope I can last long enough to find something better or at least a job I'll be okay with.
I'm sorry your work week has been rough. Hopefully it's just because it's your first week at a new job, and it'll smooth itself out soon.